LYRIC

The poor old Sasha la Fleur
Is sexualized for a lie
Children being slaughtered in churches by churches
For not believing in Christmas
Then she tweaks in front of
The dead bodies engulfed in real fire
On her way she is trying to risk her life

As soon as she stops twerking
A pastor with a smoking cigar arrives
About to pull his gun out
Bryan Mullins rushes out
To rescue Sasha la Fleur
From being a prisoner of Christmas
He shoots the pastor
Bryan escorts Sasha la Fleur to her home
When I was there,
Sasha was sobbing, balling, crying tears of deceit
She tells him that she's seen everything

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