In the halls of power, where the blue flags wave
Democrats whisper promises, digging freedom's grave
They tax the workers, feed the endless machine
While the lazy lounge in luxury, living the dream
Welfare queens and kings, with hands outstretched wide
Gluttony their gospel, sloth their faithful guide
Who's on the naughty list this year?
The sinners in the shadows, spreading fear
From pride to wrath, envy burning bright
Greed and lust, in the dead of night
Ten deadly sins, or maybe just seven
But the list grows long in this twisted heaven
Who's on the naughty list? Tell me true
Is it them, or is it me and you?
Across the borders, shadows slip through the wire
Illegals marching, setting the homeland afire
They fight for a piece of the American pie
With wrath in their hearts and deceit in their eye
Envy drives them forward, coveting what's not theirs
While the system buckles under unanswered prayers
Who's on the naughty list this year?
The sinners in the shadows, spreading fear
From pride to wrath, envy burning bright
Greed and lust, in the dead of night
Ten deadly sins, or maybe just seven
But the list grows long in this twisted heaven
Who's on the naughty list? Tell me true
Is it them, or is it me and you?
Pride swells the ranks of the elite in their towers
Greed hoards the gold through the midnight hours
Lust for control, in the chambers they scheme
Sloth in the masses, chasing welfare's dream
Gluttony feasts on the fruits of the land
While wrath ignites with a torch in hand
Envy whispers poison, turning brother 'gainst kin
And the lesser sins follow, pulling us in
Oh, the ten deadly sins, they dance in the fray
Wait, tradition says seven, but we've added our way
Vanity, betrayal, hatred, and lies
Idolatry, murder in disguised eyes
But in this ballad of blame, let's pause and reflect
The naughty list's mirror might show our own defect
Who's on the naughty list this year?
The sinners in the shadows, spreading fear
From pride to wrath, envy burning bright
Greed and lust, in the dead of night
Ten deadly sins, or maybe just seven
But the list grows long in this twisted heaven
Who's on the naughty list? Tell me true
Is it them, or is it me and you?
So sing this ballad under winter's cold moon
Of the naughty and nice, coming all too soon
Democrats, dreamers, the lost and the found
In gluttony's grip, on unholy ground
Who's on the list? Only time will tell
But redemption's a whisper from heaven or hell