Letra da Música I Won’t Be Home For Christmas Blink-182

Outside the carolers start to sing
I can't describe the joy they bring
'Cause joy is something they don't bring meMy girlfriend is by my side
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
Their whiny voices get irritating
It's Christmas time againSo I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they'll waste
Oh, God, I hate these Satan's helpersAnd then I guess I must have snapped
Because I grabbed the baseball bat
And made them all run for shelterIt's Christmas time, again
It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand, all year
I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheerYou people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don't wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me aloneWell, I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
'Cause the cops came and arrested me
They had an unfair advantageAnd even though the jail didn't have a tree
Christmas came a night early
'Cause a guy named Bubba unwrapped my packageIt's Christmas time, again
It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand, all year
I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheerYou people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don't wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me aloneI won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas
I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas

Composição: Mark Hoppus / Scott Mad Dog Raynor / Tom DeLonge.