Should We Open Up Her Gifts or Send Them Back?

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Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe

She had been drinking too much eggnog and we begged her not to go
But she forgot her medication and she staggered out the door into the snow
When we found her Christmas morning at the scene of the attack
She had hoof-prints on her forehead and incriminating Claus-marks on her back

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe

Now we’re all so proud of grandpa, he has been taking this so well
See him in there watching football, drinking beer and playing cards with cousin Mel
It’s not Christmas without Grandma, all the family’s dressed in black
And we just can’t help but wonder: should we open up her gifts or send them back?

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe

Now the goose is on the table and the pudding made of fig
And the blue and silver candles that would just have matched the hair on grandma’s wig
I’ve warned all my friends and neighbors, better watch out for yourselves
They should never give a license to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe

You Want It All but You Can’t Have It

Epic icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 02 from The Real Thing LP by Faith No More icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )
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The Morning After icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 08 from The Real Thing LP)
“The Morning After” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12
Zombie Eaters icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 05 from The Real Thing LP)
“Zombie Eaters” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12

The Stars are Falling

Doctor Jimmy icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 15 from the Quadrophenia LP by The Who icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

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Laugh and say I’m green
I’ve seen things you’ll never see
Talk behind my back
I’m off the beaten track
I’ll take on anyone
Ain’t scared of a bloody nose
Drink until I drop down with one eye on my clothes

What is it?
I’ll take it
Who is she?
I’ll rape it
Got a bet there?
I’ll meet it
Getting high?
You can’t beat it

Doctor Jimmy and mister Jim
When I’m pilled you don’t notice him
He only comes out when I drink my gin

You say she’s a virgin, but I’m gonna be the first in
Her fellah’s gonna kill me?
Oh fucking will he?
I’m seeing double
Don’t miss me if you can
There’s gonna be trouble when she chooses her man

What is it?
I’ll take it
Who is she?
I’ll rape it
Got a bet there?
I’ll meet it
Getting high?
You can’t beat it

Doctor Jimmy and mister Jim
When I’m pilled you don’t notice him
He only comes out when I drink my gin

Is it me?
For a moment
     The stars are falling
     The heat is rising
     The past is calling

I’m going back soon
Home to get the baboon who cut up my eye
Tore up my Levis
I’m feeling restless
Bring another score around
Maybe something stronger
Could really hold me down

What is it?
I’ll take it
Who is she?
I’ll rape it

Got a bet there?
I’ll meet it
Getting high?
You can’t beat it

What is it?
I’ll take it
Who is she?
I’ll rape it

Doctor Jimmy and mister Jim
When I’m pilled you don’t notice him
He only comes out when I drink my gin

Is it me, for a moment?
     The stars are falling
     The heat is rising
     The past is calling

…And Garbage for All

If the members of the heavy metal act Metallica decided to make and release their own peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, it would take the band much, much longer than anyone would guess was possible. Using their reality-TV-show-turned-documentary from 2004 as a roadmap, this is about how things would go:

First, the band’s management would purchase every type of sliced bread, peanut butter, and flavor of jelly available on the market and deliver it to “Sandwich-Making Headquarters.” Then singer James Hetfield and drummer Lars Ulrich—both of whom are well into middle age—would sit in a room together for many hours a day and apply adolescence-fueled sandwich-making techniques. This would typically involve hurried and somewhat arbitrary combinations of the aforementioned ingredients, drawn-out tasting sessions for each resulting sandwich, additional hours spent struggling to note any differences that may or may not exist when compared to previous sandwiches, and regular outbursts of frustration and contrived angst interspersed with obscenities.

After about a month of this, there is a strong likelihood that a therapist would be called in for moral and psychological support due to the increasing frequency of exclamations like “Hey, making sandwiches is really fucking hard!” along with each band member having many near-realizations of “What the hell are we doing?” and “Why are we even still around?”

Occasionally, guitarist Kirk Hammett and Bass Player X would be invited to share whatever ingredients they use for their own peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but most of these contributions would be outright dismissed, and those that weren’t would be discarded shortly thereafter.

This process would continue until an apex of frustration and exhaustion was reached, but also after most of the requisite parts of a sandwich were cobbled together. The ensuing disinterest in the project would signal to everyone that it is time to stop working and start being rock stars again, which is really what it’s all about for these guys. Of course, this means headlining an 18 month worldwide tour in support of the brand new Metalli-Sandwich, which at this point is long anticipated by fans.

In the end, Metallica’s latest creation would look and taste exactly how a PB&J should to John Q. Metalhead. Yet former fans and/or musicians not under the band’s spell are quick to notice that something is wrong with the taste of this sandwich, sort of like drinking a glass of milk after it started to sour in the fridge. Regardless, it would be a smashing success, and the many members of the Metallica Corporation—not just James, Lars, and Kirk—would make oodles and oodles of money, just like they always do when a new product is branded with the Metallica name.

So this holiday season, don’t forget to buy a Metalli-Sandwich for your loved ones, along with these other fine wares from Metallica (AKA the Wal-Mart of heavy metal):