Santa Claus has always played his role so well, feeds his horny beasts
He’s ready right or left – he’s getting everybody pleased, every body pleased
His mercenary elf takes out his cards, lets everybody know
He likes his every-morning readings in his every-morning show

Oh, Bohemia
Where will your children go?
Oh, Bohemia
Where will your children go?

Crows are flying over the Castle, sitting still and peeping in the Hall
See bunch of chubby clowns who get ready for their obscene late-night call
Their funny clothes and teeth of gold could easily put anyone in pain…

Oh, Bohemia
Where will your children go?
Oh, Bohemia
Why are we fighting all alone?

Bounty hunters chase only those who are easy to get framed
Prosecutors, executors, state whores do us all the same
The police nod and shake hands with those few who could steal and bite
To steal and bite my child…

Oh, Bohemia
Where will your children go?
Oh, Bohemia
Where will your children go?

Tell me when to sing my carols please, can I roam at night?
Can I paint and read the books I want, and hold my head upright?
You’re teaching me to use my left-foot shoe as if it was my right…
Oh no, no, no…

Oh, Bohemia
Where will your children go?
Oh, Bohemia
Where will your children go?

Now the Saints are marching in and they know how to shake the sugar off our sweets
They keep on eating all their pretty cakes, asking “Can we have more, please?”
If good we are next year, they may as well let us have some trees…
Some pretty Christmas trees…

Oh, Bohemia
Shake that tainted fruit off, please
Bohemia
Shake that tainted fruit off, please

Bohemia
Where will your children go?
Oh, Bohemia
Why are we fighting all alone?