It's the happiest time of the year,
December 25,
It's been 365,
Since the last time.

Woke up at about quarter past five,
Downing a breakfast brew,
It's now seven and I have had two.
It's a cultural thing, It's okay on the weekend.

The doorbell rings, the family's here, they're all quite drunk, on christmas cheer,
and also beer, I think it's clear that we're all stuck right here.

Christmas time is the only time that I get to see two grown men fight
at the dinner table.
And I don't know if I am able,
to go upstairs into my room,
Play guitar do all the things I wanna do.
Things without you. Cause I think I could do without you.

It's finally half past eight
It's time to eat my fill,
Oh no, here's uncle Phil,
He's a racist.

Today is about joy and love,
but only for us it's not for other people.
We're rolling our eyes, I guess it's not surprising that
everything changes when you mention politics.


The breakfast's done, but no-one moves, they start to shout, I guess that proves,
The loudest one's, the smartest dude, we do this every year.

Christmas time is the only time that I get to see two grown men fight
at the dinner table.
And I don't know if I am able,
to go upstairs into my room,
Play guitar do all the things I wanna do.
Things without you. Cause I think I could do without you.


The weather outside is frightful,
and my parents are so insightful.
You're just a kid what would you know?
Let me go, Let me go, Let me go.


We gather round the Christmas tree,
Under the guise of spending time with family.
But it's no surprise, it's so easy to see,
A secondhand VHS of Home Alone 3.

Christmas time is the only time that I get to see two grown men fight
at the dinner table.
And I don't know if I am able,
to go upstairs into my room,
Play guitar do all the things I wanna do.
Things without you. Cause I think I could do without you.