This is what I hear wafting out of our kitchen from Anonymous this morning (Set to “deck the halls”)
Daddy’s head is filled with spikes Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Pounding crushing my sk-u-ll Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Razor blades scratching my brain
like I fell into a rose bush.
Love how booze turns into poison [mumbling]
I can actually see the Tympani behind my head going *Thump-Thump-Thump*