Santa Hates You - U'R f**ing It Up lyrics

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 f**ing it up! (We count the ones who fell) U'r f**ing it up! They say "for hell, yes!" while you pray "no!" They make you feel there is no way to go They push the bu*tons, 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 f**ing it up! (We count the ones who fell) U'r f**ing it up!