Suicidal on Christmas Songtext
von Djunah

My rubber face could take a punch
I′m red thigh high to marabou
I'm candy-striped to slipper mule
My rubber face could take a punch

Candles electric, soft plates in plastic
Thawed shrimp and red jelly —
This night could take forever
My rubber face could take a punch


The nylons are mantle-nailed
My vision goes all to braille
Shaved down to nightgown
Up in my bedroom — now

Sing, choir. This is dire. What′s that
I hear on the roof? He's come for me
You'll think I′m here, but I′ve gone far
Far away now, far off in winter, thick

With icing, high, high in the sled, wet
In red velvet, steam rising off our hot
Hot hair, the deer's every little bell evaporating —
Oh glory to bedsheets, I′m in excelsis! How


How the air doesn't hurt now. I know
This should sting so high up in space
I know this should hurt, but we′re so close
Close in the sled. I cry, "Drive! Drive til I'm —"