Santa Hates You - U'r Fucking It Up

I hear you knocking on the gates of hell
I open up so I can tell
It doesn't matter if God's a jerk
Today is Sunday, no one's at work

I hear you knocking on the gates of hell
I was sent down here forced by a spell
The hell is empty as you can see
All left for picnic on Planet Three

I hear you knocking on the gates of hell
Is there something you'd like to sell?
Do you seek shelter from hate and lies?
Come on, sit next to me, we count the flies

Hate breeder
Poison feeder
Gene beater
War dealer
Greed eater
Blind leader
U'r fucking it up!
(We count the ones who fell)
U'r fucking it up!

They say "for hell, yes!" while you pray "no!"
They make you feel there is no way to go
They push the buttons, you get the bad news
All faith is senseless and war is their excuse
To build up here what they got there
If you are bleeding, it's not a love affair

Hate breeder
Poison feeder
Gene beater
War dealer
Greed eater
Blind leader
U'r fucking it up!
(We count the ones who fell)
U'r fucking it up!