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Merry Rxmas #22

when I was just a little boy the holidays brought so much joy.

the tv specials, singing carols oh, how I once treasured Christmas time.

the years they passed and now I see what Christmas really means to me,

prescription presents for depression, please don’t get the wrong impression.

pop goes the Paxil, must be Christmas time, don’t give me that “ho, ho, ho”

not coming back ‘til after Christmas time.

I’m close to broke and short on gifts my roof is filled with reindeer shit.

I need refills on all my pills St. Prozac cures my winter ills.

if gifts are made by Santa’s men, why does it say “Made in Japan”

this celebration’s aggravation, where’s my fucking medication!

pop goes the Paxil, must be Christmas time, don’t give me that “ho, ho, ho”

not coming back ‘til after Christmas time.

and I’m not getting sober, wake me when it’s over

that’s the last I told her, and “I’m outta here”.

but somewhere in my heart lays something I can’t part ways with my inner child 

Christmas wakes up every year.

pop goes the Paxil, must be Christmas time, don’t give me that “ho, ho, ho”

not coming back ‘til after Christmas time.