'Twas the night before Christmas And all through the cells The convicts were locked up All madder than hell
Except for the lifers Kicked back in their bunks Heads filled with visions Of fat little punks
When suddenly from the roof top There arose such a roar That the bulls thought it was A riot for sure
The goon squad ran in And stood ready to hit A big guard yelled out Who started this s**t
It came from the roof top Snivelled a snitch It must be a breakout Oh, son of a b***h
They climbed to the roof By way of the stairs Found a fat little freak In red underwear
No, No yelled the dude I bring you good cheer Damn said the Captain We found us a queer
Alright mother ******** Get your hands on the wall They shook him down good a*****e and all
They beat him and threw him Into the hole with a kick Well so much for Christmas They locked up St. Nick
Teknotronic OverDrive · Sun Dec 21, 2008 @ 05:53pm · 0 Comments |