You can sing along!
Merry Little Killing
Have yourself a merry little killing
Let your axe be light
From now on
our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little killing
Make the bastards pay
From now on
our troubles will be miles away
Here were are as in olden days
happy slaying days of yore
Faithful friends who are dead to us
gather near to us once more
In dead we all will be together
If the Fates allow
Hang a decapitated head upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little killing now.
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