| Silent night, stalker night, horror has come home. |
| Deck the halls with blood, murder underneath the mistletoe, |
| A deranged and misogynist game, never see his face, no one knows his name, |
| Hidden deep in the attic dark, waxing feral, clinically insane. |
| First was little claire, he strangled her with care, |
| She stares, with dead eyes thru her plastic shroud on the rocking chair. |
| Daddy came to town, but he’ll never find her here, |
| She might be dead, but still she rocks in decomposing christmas cheer. |
| Cops couldnt find a clue, so they tapped the phone to hear his madness,. |
| A pig was parked outside, his throat was cut from ear to ear. |
| Next was ms. mack, that drunk old bitch she got her due, |
| Up the ladder to investigate, caught the hook in her screaming face. |
| Dear old barb the lush, he made her look an awful sight, |
| Stabbed her dead in the dark with a gleaming crystal unicorn. |
| Bells of terror ring, making spirits scream in fright, |
| Oh what fun it is to stalk &slash these pretty pink cunts tonight. |
| You were never alone, black christmas, |
| When you pick up the phone, he’s there. |
| Cause he’s gonna be home, for christmas |
| If only in your screams… |
| The phone rings again, its the cop with bad news, |
| The calls have been coming from up in the attic. |
| Suddenly panicked, she screams «barb!» and «phil!» |
| He snuffed that curly haired bitch just before. |
| Frenzied, she creeps to the scene of the kill |
| Hearing gibberish she looks to the corner, |
| Only to see a maniacal eye, and crazed with fear, |
| Slams his hand in the doorjamb. |
| Into the basement, she runs like hell, |
| Billy pursues her, then dissappears, |
| She sees her boyfriend, he breaks thru the window |
| Suspecting motives, she caves his head in. |
| The nightmare is over, the cops solved the crime, |
| They think it was peter, her psychopath suitor |
| Bagged all the bodies before suppertime |
| But there’s still one stocking that’s left to be stuffed. |
| Dumb fucking pigs never checked in the attic, |
| They never found out what happened to claire. |
| She’ll never live now to have that abortion |
| And we’ll never find out the reason why, he’s dreaming of a black christmas… |