I’ve slept with several hundred
Dark haired, eastern european men
I married every single one of them
In my mind
I get swept off my feet
With my legs over my head
And I beg you all to forgive
I beg you all to forgive
I beg you all to forgive
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfuckers,
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfuckers,
Christmas motherfuckers
It’s Christmas motherfuckers
They wanted me to find it
So I looked under every rock
I left no stone unturned, no head
ungiven
I let it roll down my chin
And spill over my chest
I’d bet money they could always
Cum again
I bet money you can always cum again
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfuckers,
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfuckers,
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfuckers,
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfuckers
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfuckers,
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfuckers
I’ve slept with several hundred
Dark haired, eastern european men
I married every single one of them
In my mind
I get swept off my feet
With my legs over my head
And I beg you all to forgive
I beg you all to forgive
I beg you all to forgive
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfuckers,
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfuckers,
Christmas motherfuckers
It’s Christmas motherfuckers
They wanted me to find it
So I looked under every rock
I left no stone unturned, no head
ungiven
I let it roll down my chin
And spill over my chest
I’d bet money they could always
Cum again
I bet money you can always cum again
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfu**ers,
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfu**ers,
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfu**ers,
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfu**ers
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfu**ers,
This year we place the body bags
under the tree
It’s Christmas motherfu**ers
about
This song was written about how our government and lots of our friends and neighbors failed us all over the last couple of years. We recorded it in the midst of the first wave of the pandemic where it really seemed like absolutely everyone I know and love was going to die. Many did. I think the holidays are traumatizing for a lot of people, especially now, given the scale of the loss and grief of this time we are living through. There are a bunch of queer and trans people who have already lived through a pandemic that brought suffering into our lives and wiped out entire generations of our LGBTQ+ elders -- so I figured there should be a Christmas anthem for us, too. Fuck Christmas, ya know? Especially now. For the video we brought together imagery that evokes the feelings I’ve been having around all of the loss, violence, misinformation and trolling so many of us have experienced, and then we juxtaposed that with imagery of gay joy and sex and wildness from the before times. Remember making out with random dudes? I do.
credits
released November 26, 2021
Lyrics and Vocals by Logan Lynn
Music, Samples and Programming by Gino Mari
Produced by Gino Mari and Logan Lynn
Mixed by Gino Mari and Stephan Hawkes at The Country Club Studios, Portland Oregon
Mastered by Stephan Hawkes and Gino Mari at The Breakroom Studio, Portland Oregon
I produced this charity record. 36 bands, 45 songs, 15 bucks. 100% of album sales goes to benefit programs of Q Center which operates the LGBTQ Community Center & the queer youth center in Portland. Logan Lynn