Christmas: Fall Out Boy style

29 11 2009

As I find it to be such a great song, and because my migraine has become so intolerable as to render me momentarily incapacitated to type a blog entry that includes ‘thinking’, I’ll be posting the lyrics (courtesy of Letssingit.com) to one of Fall Out Boy’s latests offerings, YULE SHOOT YOUR EYE OUT. The song can be found on their latest album, BELIEVERS NEVER DIE – their Greatest Hits album. Read the lyrics, and see if you don’t agree with me that Fall Out Boy is absolutely awesome. You’ll like it more if you hear the song.

And if you don’t like it, that’s fine too. I just like the irony of it being a kind of Christmas song, starting off by sounding eerily like DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW, then taking that Fall Out Boy twist we faithful fans so dearly love by stating: “You’re the last thing I want to see underneath the tree… Merry Christmas – I could care less”.

Besides, one would expect nothing less from me, opting for a not-so-friendly or ‘uplifting’ song. After all, my favourite ‘Christmas movie’ is DIE HARD.

 

YULE SHOOT YOUR EYE OUT (Fall Out Boy)

These are your good years.
Don’t take my advice,
You never wanted the nice boys anyway.
And I’m of good cheer,
‘Cause I’ve been checking my list.
The gifts you’re receiving from me,
Will be,

One awkward silence,
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep,
Staying up, waiting by the phone.
And all I want this year,
Is for you to dedicate your,
Last breath to me,
Before you bury yourself alive.

Don’t come home for Christmas.
You’re the last thing I wanna see,
Underneath the tree.
Merry Christmas, I could care less.

Happy New Years baby.
You owe me,
Bhe best gift I will ever ask for.
Don’t call me up, when the snow comes down.
It’s the only thing I want this year.

One awkward silence,
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep,
Staying up, waiting by the phone.
And all I want this year,
Is for you to dedicate,
Your last breath to me,
Before you bury yourself alive.

Don’t come home for Christmas.
You’re the last thing I wanna see,
Underneath the tree.
Merry Christmas, I could care less.

Don’t come home for Christmas.
You’re the last thing I wanna see,
Underneath the tree. (Don’t come home for Christmas.)
Merry Christmas, I could care less.

Don’t come home for Christmas.
You’re the last thing I wanna see,
Underneath the tree. (Don’t come home for Christmas.)
Merry Christmas, I could care less.

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