O holy night, I made him beg
On altar steps, I spread his legs
Rejoice, rejoice—he called it grace
While I put sin right in its place
I came with ribbons and red on my hands
Woke the virgin boys in prayerful bands
Licked the guilt from between their sighs
Left them twitching, crucified
Glory, glory, grind and grin
Saint Slaybell slides the carol in
Holy moans and halo sweat
He ain't come to take regrets
Boys on their knees in sugarcane shame
Begging for blessings, calling my name
Confess your thoughts, I'll make 'em worse
Kiss your faith, then bite and curse
You came to pray
I came to play
What's your sin
Let's make it stay
Tied with tinsel, gasping sweet
Merry pain and winter heat
I read your psalms from your inner thighs
You whimper "Father", I whisper "Lies"
My sleigh don’t stop, my belt don’t snap
You’re the sermon in my lap
Glory, glory, grind and grin
Saint Slaybell slides the carol in
Frostbite touch and peppermint spit
You'll scream the gospel while I split
And lo, he came with teeth and flame
The boys knelt down and begged the name
Saint Slaybell, saint of flesh and frost
The sin they wanted, the line they crossed