“Sold all your crap, what a profit for me”

My roommate has requested that we write a song about Christmas so that we get royalties year after year until we die.  I decided that it will be about getting dumped on Christmas, selling all your presents from the d-bag on Boxing Day, and screwing his best friend by New Year’s.  Sounds heartwarming, right?  We think so.

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