In the night
In the night when I’m home
Mama sleeps
Quietly in her room
Christmas eve
Knowing where presents go
Don’t make a peep
Be quiet my Tattletail
Mama’s scary
Mama hates you
Mama’s listening
Mama hates you
Mama’s waiting
Mama hates you
No more mama
Mama hates you
No more mama
Mama hates you!
What’s that sound
Need to get out of bed
Grinding noise
Is it just in my head?
Gotta keep you groomed
Gotta keep you well charged and fed
Well, mama’s here
She knows I’m out of bed
Mama’s here
Stay quiet
Don’t make a sound, Tattletail
I’ll keep the room lit
I’m doing the best I can
Can’t play now
I’m doing all you demand
Keeping you happy
Light the candles
Mama’s watching
In the shadows
Mama’s watching
We need more friends
Mama’s watching
It’s not pretend
Mama’s watching
Mama hates you
Mama hates you
Mama hates you
Mama hates you
Don’t make a sound
She’s watching
Over us now
Be weary
Her ears are sharp
She’s listening
She’s there in the dark
Just waiting
No more mama!
Mama hates you!
No more mama!
Mama hates you!
No more mama!
Mama hates you!
No more mama!
Mama hates you
No more mama!
Your reign of terror’s done
No more mama!
The night has just begun
No more mama!
Now that we know the truth
No more mama!
Oh Merry Christmas too
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