Deck the Halls (With My Money)

Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
I have got no fucking money
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Credit cards are made for shopping
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Rack 'em up, my heart starts stopping
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Buy more gifts and go to parties
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Laugh like you've still got more monies
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Now we're stuck just eating porridge
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
All our cards declined before us
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Fast away our kindness passes
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
January, we are asses
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
New Year's resolutions brewing
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Seasonal depression looming
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Garon
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