I'll have a sadistic Christmas without you;
I'll be so malicious thinking about you.
Intestines of red
on a shriveled Christmas tree
Won't be as erotic if
you're your corpse isn't close to me

I'll have a sadistic Christmas, that's for certain;
And when that malicious mind starts a' workin',
You'll be sewed and preserved just right,
with your flesh of white,
And I'll have a mouth watering, sadistic Christmas.