The Christmas tree is burning
My gun is hot and smelly
The neighbors are calling 911
The whiskeys in my belly
The toilet’s overflowing
With Christmas cheer and hot todies
The turkey’s in the fireplace
Along with several bodies
The toaster’s in the bathtub
Where granny sings silent night
It’s Christmas down in motortown
And everything’s all right

I took too many prozacs
There are bees inside my ear
There’s acid in the eggnog
Don’t worry I can steer
I think I just saw santa
I had him in my sights
It’s Christmas down in motortown
And everything’s all right

Just give me all your money
If you move you’re dead
I know it’s for your children’s presents
But they’d prefer your love instead
I think I need a lawyer
Let’s stop and grab a bite
Its Christmas down in motortown
And everything’s all right

There are riots down in greektown
There are gunshots everywhere
Detroit’s our murder capital
But Christmas is in the air
By the time you get this postcard
I’ll probably be locked up tight
It’s Christmas down in motortown
And everything’s all right