Santa Is An Anagram

Santa is an anagram, I think you copy that

There must be something twisted underneath his stupid hat

You took my name, switched a letter here or there

What was Nicky thinking, did he think I wouldn't care?

I saw it right away, I was going to kick his candy ass

But seeing it was Christmas I thought I'd let it pass

Santa is an anagram, you're suckered by the beard

Bringing peace to everyone I think that's kinda weird

There's no such thing as peace, it's a fallacy for fools

They use him just to hook you into all those Sunday schools

And later on to sign the troops for good old Uncle Sam

You got to know that Santa is just an anagram

I'm dosing up my milligrams here in Wonderland

Chasing Norma Jeane 'round Liberace's baby grand

God's in the kitchen talking shit with Oscar Wilde

Gandhi's in the corner beating up a flower child

Gloria Steinem's hitting hard on all the ape-men

So you better spell it right, it's S-A-T-A-N

Santa is an anagram

Santa is an anagram

Santa is an anagram

Santa is an anagram

Santa is an anagram, I think you copy that

There must be something twisted underneath his stupid hat

Santa is an anagram

Santa is an anagram

Santa is an anagram

Santa is an anagram

Santa is an anagram, you better copy that