Frostbite Sleighbound

On the night of death

When the children lay

in bed

Only one thing creaks

A floorboard makes a squeak

You crouch down low,

look out the window

You see the sleigh and reindeer

of the Jolly Fat Man

(the Jolly Fat Man)

Something about the deer is off The necks are too long,

and the eye's popped off You hear a rustle from under your

bed Thinking its Santa,

playing again

You're not dumb, you think to yourself He's in the living room,

placing presents

But when you go down to catch the man You feel a

feeling, one of a man Watching intently,

waiting, hunting "This is not the Jolly Fat Man."

So run

Run

Christmas time is done

done

can't deny you're scared scared

couldn't care any more

Saint Nick ain't a saint no more (no more!)

(ain't a saint no more)