Pete wrote a funny twist to the classic Christmas poem. A bit of Murder Metal Mayhem was just what it needed! Enjoy!
‘Twas the Night of the Podcast
‘Twas the night of the podcast, when all through the air
An energy was bursting with metal to share
The beer cans were packed in the coolers with care
In hopes that Pete, Chris and CK soon would be there.
The listeners were huddled, ready to be fed
While visions of murder danced in their heads
Some ho in a nighty with some freak on her lap
Were settling down for the podcast on tap
Now in the basement arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what the fuck was the matter
Away to the cellar I flew like a flash
Tore open the door, made my way with a crash
Bounding down the steps, a menacing sound
Was booming and thumping from below the ground
When what to my wondering eyes did appear
Pete, Chris, and CK setting up all the gear
More rapid than eagles, now ready to go
The intro music started, it was on with the show
They whistled and shouted and called out some names
Now Crazy Mike, now Cashman, now Michael and Joe
On Gacy, on Bundy, on Lovecraft and Poe
They spoke their foul words and many crude jokes
We laughed until beer spewed forth from our nose
They told of couches fucked and pubic hair in their food
We howled through the night no matter how lewd
Their voices filled the air, the team gave a shout
And they packed up the gear and began to move out
But I heard them exclaim as they drove out of sight
“Spread the word like a ho on her high school prom night!”