Uh, the reason I didn't get you anything this year is, is because...

I don't believe in Santa Clause -
His corporate image forced upon
The blinded spending masses
To enslave the lower classes

With obligatory gifts
That serve to cleanse a year of guilt and shame
One token gesture justifies
The apathetic, hypnotized
Leaving them to be Kris Kringle's slaves

Buy! Buy! I won't do it
The seasons obligation has not my participation
Buy! Buy! I won't do it
The money hungry mating call of corporate swine

Cuz it's only for the money
And it's only for the money
Cuz it's only for the money
Now buy!

He monitors naughty and nice -
Big brother is St. Nick!
Methodically his judgment made
Documented on his list

I don't believe in Santa Clause
Or his mystical facade
To teach the children wanton greed
They're lust for gifts becomes a need

Brainwashed by the marketing
And victims of the corporate scheme
Material possessions
Becoming they're obsessions
Till human life has lost it's value
And you blindly do just what they tell you
I don't believe!

His tactics of intimidation repress the minds of youth
Using fear for generations, his image hides the truth
He's just a puppet for the system, a glutton in a suit
With Yuletide propaganda and a bearded mask to boot!

Uh, that and I couldn't find a place to park at the mall. Sorry.