Lyrics:

December 25th, 1986
Van Nuys
Merry Christmas
Well, that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except for normally, they have someone to say it to
They have friends and family
And they haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree
With a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys
They're not out of their minds
They're not writing in a diary
And they're definitely not watchin' their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon
I didn't speak to a single person today
I thought, 'Why should I ruin their fuckin' Christmas'
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons
One, I have no friends left
Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before
And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life
It's just me and you, diary
Welcome to my fucking life

(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)

Nobody would believe the shit that happens inside my head
It's haunted
Now I've come down from the drugs, it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere
Thirty minutes ago, I could've killed somebody
Or better yet, myself