Winter Murderland

Winter Murderland

Death tolls ring, are you listening,

In the lane, blood is glistening

A macabre sight,

We’re frightened tonight.

Walking in a winter murderland.

 

Gone away are the good souls,

Here to stay are the bad souls

We sing a rock song,

As we go along,

Walking in a winter murderland.

 

In the graveyard we can build a snowman,

Then pretend that he killed Parson Brown

He’ll say: Is he dead yet?

We’ll say: No man,

But you can do the job

When you’re in town.

 

Later on, we’ll conspire,

To execute him by fire

To face unafraid,

The plots that we’ve made,

Walking in a winter murderland.

 

In the graveyard we can build a snowman,

And pretend he killed a circus clown

We’ll have lots of fun with mister snowman,

Until the judge demands to “send him down!”

 

When he kills, ain’t it thrilling,

Though your soul gets a chilling

We’ll frolic and play,

the murderous way,

Walking in a winter murderland.

 

Hark the Herald Angels Sing

Hark the herald angels sing

“Glory to Red Bull our King!

Best on earth, you drive us wild.

All other drinks are reviled.”

Joyful, all ye Red Bulls rise

You awake our tired eyes.

With the angelic host proclaim:

“Hail Red Bull and worship him.

“Hark! The herald angels sing

“Glory to Red Bull our King!”

 

Christ Red Bull you are adored

RB the everlasting Lord!

Open the fridge and you will come

To fill our lives with sweetest fun

Colourful flesh we worship thee

Hail the Red Bull Deity

In a cold fridge you do dwell

Without you our lives are hell.

Hark! The herald angels sing

“Glory to Red Bull our King!”

 

Hail the fridge-born Prince of Peace!

Hail the can of Righteousness!

Light and life to all He brings

Oh Red Bull you give us wings

Mild He lays His glory by

Without Red Bull we will die

Born to wake those on earth

Born to give us what we deserve.

Hark! The herald angels sing

“Glory to Red Bull our King!”

Jingle Bells

Jingle Bells

Hiding in the dark

spying on Wentworth today,

we gave his tush a tweak,

laughing all the way. (Mwa ha ha)

A big net we did bring,

his eyes did shine so bright.

What fun it is to laugh and sing

A stalking song tonight

 

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells

Screaming all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

with the hunk we caught today.

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Screaming all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

with the hunk we caught today.

 

A day or two ago

We thought we’d take a ride

And soon Wentworth Miller

Was tied up by our side.

He was a muscley hunk,

This god is well fit,

We did a moonlight bunk,

Then the cops came, oh shit!

 

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells

Screaming all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

with the hunk we caught today.

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Screaming all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

with the hunk we caught today.

 

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells

Screaming all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

with the hunk we caught today.

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Screaming all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

with the hunk we caught today

 

Last Christmas

Last Christmas

I met a zombie.

But the very next day

he’s back in his grave.

This yearto save me from tears

I’m finding a necromancer.

 

Once bitten by my guy.

I kept my distance

But he still caught my eye

Tell me zombie,

do you recognise me?

Well it’s been a year

it doesn’t surprise me.

I got a necromancer

to raise you, saying “I love you”

I meant it.

Now I know how hasty I’ve been.

But if you kissed me now

I’d let you bite me again.

 

[Chorus]

 

A crowded room

he has bloodshot eyes.

I’m hiding from you

And your hands of ice.

Zombie I thought you were

going to turn me.

Me?

I’m just in love with a zombie.

 

A face on a lover with fear of fire in his heart.

A man under the earth but you tore me apart.

Now we’ve found a real love I’ll never speed date again.

 

[Chorus 2x]

 

A face on a lover fear of a fire in his heart

A man under the earth but you tore me apart

Maybe next year I’ll find you some brains.

I’ll give you my necromancer.

12 days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, 

Wentworth sent to me 

Bieber hung from a tree. 

 

On the second day of Christmas, 

Wentworth sent to me 

Two skeletons, 

And Bieber hung from a tree. 

 

On the third day of Christmas, 

Wentworth sent to me 

Three skull rings, 

Two skeletons, 

And Bieber hung from a tree. 

 

On the fourth day of Christmas, 

Wentworth sent to me 

Four motorbikes, 

Three skull rings, 

Two skeletons, 

And Bieber hung from a tree. 

 

On the fifth day of Christmas, 

Wentworth sent to me 

Five Renault 4s, 

Four motorbikes, 

Three skull rings, 

Two skeletons, 

And Bieber hung from a tree. 

 

On the sixth day of Christmas, 

Wentworth sent to me 

Six pumpkins glowing, 

Five Renault 4s, 

Four motorbikes, 

Three skull rings, 

Two skeletons, 

And Bieber hung from a tree. 

 

On the seventh day of Christmas, 

Wentworth sent to me 

Seven hand-made coffins, 

Six pumpkins glowing, 

Five Renault 4s, 

Four motorbikes, 

Three skull rings, 

Two skeletons, 

And Bieber hung from a tree. 

 

On the eighth day of Christmas, 

Wentworth sent to me 

Eight Chippendales, 

Seven hand-made coffins, 

Six pumpkins glowing, 

Five Renault 4s, 

Four motorbikes, 

Three skull rings, 

Two skeletons, 

And Bieber hung from a tree. 

 

On the ninth day of Christmas, 

Wentworth sent to me 

Nine grave diggers, 

Eight Chippendales, 

Seven hand-made coffins, 

Six pumpkins glowing, 

Five Renault 4s, 

Four motorbikes, 

Three skull rings, 

Two skeletons, 

And Bieber hung from a tree. 

 

On the tenth day of Christmas, 

Wentworth sent to me 

Ten firemen stripping, 

Nine grave diggers, 

Eight Chippendales, 

Seven hand-made coffins, 

Six pumpkins glowing, 

Five Renault 4s, 

Four motorbikes, 

Three skull rings, 

Two skeletons, 

And Bieber hung from a tree. 

 

On the eleventh day of Christmas, 

Wentworth sent to me 

Eleven soldiers handsome, 

Ten firemen stripping, 

Nine grave diggers, 

Eight Chippendales, 

Seven hand-made coffins, 

Six pumpkins glowing, 

Five Renault 4s, 

Four motorbikes, 

Three skull rings, 

Two skeletons, 

And Bieber hung from a tree. 

 

On the twelfth day of Christmas, 

Wentworth sent to me 

Twelve giant Red Bulls, 

Eleven soldiers handsome, 

Ten firemen stripping, 

Nine grave diggers, 

Eight Chippendales, 

Seven hand-made coffins, 

Six pumpkins glowing, 

Five Renault 4s, 

Four motorbikes, 

Three skull rings, 

Two skeletons, 

And Bieber hung from a tree!

Halloween on Christmas

We’re Going to Halloweentown (Santa Claus is coming to town)

Go to the woods,

Find the right tree,

Follow Zero

Into Halloween.

We’re going to Halloweentown.

 

We’ll meet up with Sally,

And hang out with Jack.

We’ll help get his Halloween love back.

We’re going to Halloweentown

 

 

Jack Skellington’s the greatest,

’Cos he’s the Pumpkin King.

Oogie Boogie likes to gamble

And watch Sandy scream and swing!

 

Go to the woods,

Find the right tree,

Follow Zero

Into Halloween.

We’re going to Halloweentown.

We’re going to Halloweentown.

 

Scarytale in New York

It was Halloween,

In the graveyard.

The dead certainly won’t see another one.

Then they sang a song,

“The rare of Devil’s Brew”

I turned my face away

And dreamed about you.

I met a fanged one,

Beneath the dying sun.

I’ve got a feeling

This year’s for me and you.

So happy Halloween,

In the graveyard.

I can see a darker time

When all our plans come true.

 

He’s got souls

hung on poles

He’s got rivers of gold,

But the screams go right through you,

It’s no place for the old.

When he first bit my neck

On a cold Halloween,

He promised eternity waited for me.

He was handsome,

I ain’t pretty,

Queen of the damned city,

When the blood finished flowing

He cried out for more.

Prisoners were swinging,

The vampires were singing.

We kissed on the corner

And then killed through the night.

The familiars of the vampire choir

Were singing ‘Ieroween’

And the pumpkins were glowing on this Halloween.

 

He’s evil,

I’m a punk,

Devil’s wasted on junk

Lying there almost dead on a drip in his bed.

“You’re a cheap, lousy tart.”

“I wanna rip out your heart.

Happy Halloween you arse

Hope it ain’t our last.”

The familiars of the vampire choir

Were singing ‘Ieroween’

And the pumpkins were glowing on this Halloween.

 

I murdered someone.

Well so could anyone.

He stole my soul from me

When he first found me.

“I kept it with me, queen.

I put it with my own.

Can’t rule Hell all alone.

I’ve built my realm around you.”

The familiars of the vampire choir

Were singing ‘Ieroween’

And the pumpkins were glowing on this Halloween.

Deck the Halls

Merry Christmas Everybody

Are you hanging up your hit list on your wall?

It’s the time that Assassins have a ball.

Will he use a sniper rifle?

Have you got ten grand to pay?

Will he have the job completed in a day?

 

So here he is,

on your hit list,

Everybody grab a gun.

He’s got no future now,

the countdown’s just begun.

 

Are you waiting for your victim to arrive?

Are you sure you’ve got the arsenic inside?

Do you have a second option?

Just in case the sod escapes,

Just make sure the binds are tight enough to chafe.

 

So here he is,

on your hit list,

the tasers only stun.

He’s got no future now,

the countdown’s just begun.

 

Are you hanging up your hit list on your wall?

Are you hoping the bullets will to start to fall?

Do you take him to a hillside

to a deep grave you have made?

When you chop off his head then he’s been slayed.

 

So here he is,

on your hit list,

he’s got nowhere to run.

He’s got no future now,

the countdown’s just begun.

 

Deck the Halls

Deck Barbie’s halls with poisoned holly,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Killing season is so jolly,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

 

Don we now our aprons plastic,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Let’s go melt the fake tantastic,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

 

See the blazing doll before us,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Strike the match and join the chorus.

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

 

Give a dose of fatal measure,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

And indulge in deadly pleasure,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

 

Cut away her blondie tresses,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Make Ken wear her pretty dresses,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

 

Tie them up all burn together,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Sacrifice them for good weather,

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

 

A lot of Barbie’s are mistreated at Christmas time. Our songs bring the suffering of Barbies to peoples’ attention. Torment a Barbie for life, not just for Christmas 😀

Hymn Hallelujah!

A Slay in a Manger

A slay in a manger,

A coffin for a bed

The sweet Jason Voorhees

Chopped off someone’s head.

 

The stars in the bright sky

Looked where bodies lay

At the three wise men

All slain on the hay.

 

The pumpkins are glowing

The heads he will take

But sweet Jason Voorhees

Forgot to buy stakes.

 

And now Freddy Krueger

That nightmarish guy

Stay out of my head space,

The morning is nigh.

 

Be near me, Van Helsing,

I want you to slay

Some vampires forever

Til Blade comes to play.

 

Bless those in Halloweentown,

In Jack’s tender care

And take us to Jack’s place

To live with him there.

 

Oh Come All Ye Red Bulls

O Come All Ye Red Bulls,

tasty and triumphant,

O come ye, O come ye to my mouth.

Come and awake me,

Born the King of cold drinks;

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

Red Bull the Lord.

 

O Sing, choirs of Red Bulls,

Sing in fizzy goodness,

Sing and we will obey your every word.

Give to our Red Bull glory in the Highest;

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

Red Bull the Lord.

 

All Hail! RB, we greet Thee,

Drunk this happy morning,

O Red Bull! for evermore you will be adored.

Word of the Red Bull, now in can appearing;

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

Red Bull the Lord.

 

What a coinkidink, we’re drinking a Red Bull right this second. Mmmmmmm Red Bull the Lord!

Sing it for the world

Christmas Crooks and Thieves we are (We three Kings of Orient are)

Christmas crooks and thieves we are,

currently hijacking your car.

We’re bad and handsome, hold you to ransom,

we’re robbing your local bar.

 

O stars of Crimewatch, dead of night,

you think we’re not very bright.

Crimewatch leading, court case proceeding

Hide us from the judge’s light.

 

Born as crooks with someone’s blood stain,

Stealing Christmas presents again.

Thieves forever, working never

We’re too old to retrain.

 

O stars of Crimewatch, dead of night,

you think we’re not very bright.

Crimewatch leading, court case proceeding

Hide us from the judge’s light.

 

Frankenstein has nothing on us.

In and out without a fuss.

Yes we’re brazen, hell we’re raising,

rich pickings at Christmas.

 

O stars of Crimewatch, dead of night,

you think we’re not very bright.

Crimewatch leading, court case proceeding

Hide us from the judge’s light.

 

An XBox and fancy perfume.

We’re lurking in the alleyway’s gloom.

Borrowing, crying, stealing, defying,

ransacking your living room.

 

O stars of Crimewatch, dead of night,

you think we’re not very bright.

Crimewatch leading, court case proceeding

Hide us from the judge’s light.

 

Your iPad and gadgets are nice.

We’ll sell them on for a lovely price.

Your Jimmy Choos, WiiFit too,

We’ve got past the alarm device.

 

O stars of Crimewatch, dead of night,

you think we’re not very bright.

Crimewatch leading, court case proceeding

Hide us from the judge’s light.

 

We were also challenged yesterday to rewrite some Chanukah songs. We’ll admit our ignorance – we didn’t know there were any so we Googled them then listened to two before rewriting them.

Oh Chanukah

Oh Chanukah, Oh Chanukah

Let’s go steal a celeb’s car,

Let’s have a party

We’ll all dance the Cha Cha

 

Spin the empty bottle

All week long

Eating way too much food

Sing a happy song

 

Now light them tonight then

Bieber dolls in a row

We tell the wondrous story

of the doll melting glory

Look at those flames glow.

 

Aish

Aish is fire and fire is hot

Put Justin Bieber in a cooking pot

Watch him melt away!! He ain’t hot

Will we let him out? We will not!

 

Bieber can run the fire can spread

We’ll tie him up in curtains

And chain him to the bed

We’ll shred his clothes

And before you know

He could get a bad burn

Yes, we all have to learn that…

 

 

Aish is fire and fire is hot

We’ll burn Paris Hilton, no matter what

Press  keep away!! Aish is hot

Do we save poor Paris? We do not!

 

There’s Paris in a pot on the stove and it’s hot

We skewered her in the back, that’s a much better spot

She ran on to the ledge when we broke into her house

She’d better be careful, She’d better look out!!

 

 

Aish is fire and fire is hot

Let’s catch a Barbie and let her rot.

Sindy, keep away!! The plastic’s too hot

Will we spare the Barbie? We will not.

 

Melt her with candles, Chanukah lights

Or a big bonfire on Lag B’Omer night

And we sing and we dance, lots of fun, real great

We tortured Barbie ‘cos she was fake!

 

 

Aish is fire and fire is hot

We’re waiting in a celeb hunting spot.

Police, keep away! great plans we’ve got.

Do we spare the Jonas Brothers? We do not.

 

They burned themselves, poor little ones

It’ll hurt and they’ll cry, now that’s such fun

So people please let’s do what’s right

We’ll torment them with fire every day, every night.

 

 

Aish is fire and fire is hot

Don’t save the celebs, please do not

They will burn! Aish is hot

Will we fetch the water? We will not.

 

Think we’ve found our calling in life – blaspheming songs. Now is there a paying market for this?

Songs for Whoever

Santa Baby

Santa baby, slip a pistol under the tree, oh please.

We’ve been awful bad girls.

Santa baby, or we’ll put a bullet in your chimney tonight.

Santa sweetie, a Jag E Type and Citreon DS, must stress,

or we’ll cut off your ear.

Santa baby, or we’ll smoke you out the chimney tonight.

Think of all the fun we’ve missed

Think of all the fellas that we haven’t kissed.

Next year we could be oh so good

If you’d check off our Christmas list.

Boo doo bee doo

Santa honey, we want Wentworth Miller ‘cos he’s really hot.

We’ve been dark angels all year.

Santa baby, or we’ll kick you up your chimney tonight.

Santa cutie, there’s one thing we really do need, the deed

To a Gothic castle.

Santa baby, or we’ll burn down your chimney tonight.

Santa hotty, we’re filling ours stockings with a contract, that’s fact.

Sign your ‘X’ on the line.

Santa baby, or we’ll brick up the chimney tonight.

We want a black Christmas tree

with some decorations that are scary.

We really don’t believe in you

Let’s see if you’ll obey us.

Boo doo bee doo

Santa darling, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring

with a skull and crossbones.

Santa baby, or we’ll fire arrows up your chimney tonight.

Pour tar down the chimney tonight.

Make an iron maiden chimney tonight.

 

Silent Night

Silent night, eerie night

Skeletons’ bones are white.

In graveyards, their parties are wild.

They shake their bones then fall in a pile.

Til someone calls the police.

Til someone calls the police.

 

Silent night, eerie night

Angels quake at the sight

at skeletons with a limbo bar.

The winner shouts Alleluia!

The skeletons get bored.

The skeletons get bored.

 

Silent night, eerie night

Skeletons dance in the moonlight.

Fierce flames glow in pumpkins’ eyes

The gravedigger got a nasty surprise.

Their bones are back in the earth.

Their bones are back in the earth.

Hearing Things

Ok here’s another alternative Christmas song. We weren’t really sure of the rhythm of this song, having only ever heard it on Gremlins and that was years ago.

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Said the cool freaks to the other freaks,

Do you see what we see

By the Barbie cloning machine,

Do you see what we see

Some girls, some girls, one hand on their hips,

With their lips pouted like a trout’s.

With their lips pouted like a trout’s.

Said the other freaks to the Gothic Freaks,

Do you hear what we hear

Ringing through the sky, Gothic Freaks,

Do you hear what we hear

their screams, their screams in the clone machine,

With tans as fake as X Factor.

With tans as fake as X Factor.

Said the Gothic Freaks to the King of Freaks,

Do you know what we know

In the clone machine King of Freaks,

Do you know what we know

Plastic, plastic, with synthetic hair.

Pseudomodels with silicone.

Pseudomodels with silicone.

Said the King to the Freaks everywhere,

Listen to what I say

Destroy Barbie cloning machines!

Listen to what I say

Their boobs will make a great flotation device

Barbies will melt in the sunlight

Barbies will melt in the sunlight

Yes people. Destroy the Barbie cloning machines.

 

Frosty the Snowman

Frosty the snowman was a dark and evil soul,

With a cigarette and someone else’s nose

And two eyes as dark as coal.

Frosty the snowman is a scary tale, they say,

He was made of snow but the children

Know how he came to life one day.

There must have been black magic in that

Killer’s hat they found.

For when they placed it on his head

Alarm bells began to sound.

O, Frosty the snowman

Was alive as he could be,

When someone got hurt, his evil laugh

Would haunt those who heard it you see.

Thumpetty thump thump,

Thumpety thump thump,

Look at Frosty go.

Thumpetty thump thump,

Thumpety thump thump,

Over the graves of snow.

 

Frosty the snowman knew

The sun was hot that day,

So he said, “Let’s run and

We’ll have some fun

Now before I melt away.”

Down to the village,

With a big axe in his hand,

Running here and there all

Around the square saying,

”Catch me if you can.”

He chased them down the streets of town

Right to the frightened cop.

And he only paused a moment to

He heard him holler “Stop!”

Then Frosty the snowman

Had to hurry on his way,

But he waved goodbye saying,

“Don’t you cry,

I’ll be back again some day.”

Thumpetty thump thump,

Thumpety thump thump,

Look at Frosty go.

Thumpetty thump thump,

Thumpety thump thump,

Over the graves of snow.

 

Beware the snowmen…

Black Christmas

Last year we were set a Facebook challenge to rewrite a Christmas song for the 12 days of Christmas. Think we ended up doing 19 and posted one a day to FB. We didn’t have time to write new ones this year so just reposted our old ones. This year we’ll share them on here too. Though we’ve fallen behind, so you’ll get three today 🙂 As we were posting Hark the Herald Angels sing about Red Bull, two Jehovah’s Witnesses knocked on our door. We’re not kidding. That’ll teach us to be blasphemous 😀 Here goes:

Rudolph the Zombie Reindeer

Rudolph the Zombie Reindeer

one day bit off Santa’s nose.

And if you ever saw it,

In his face was a big hole.

All of the other reindeer

got turned into zombies too.

They were spurred on by Rudolph

and turned the elves into food.

 

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,

Santa broke the sleigh.

Rudolph gave him such a fright,

he bit Santa’s arse tonight.

 

Oh how the reindeer loved him

they worshipped him with a toast.

Rudolph the Zombie Reindeer,

made a lovely Santa roast.

 

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,

Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen.

But do you recall?

The most famous reindeer of all?

 

Rudolph the Zombie Reindeer,

one day bit off Santa’s nose.

And if you ever saw it,

in his face was a big hole.

All of the other reindeer

rampaged around the North Pole.

They used to chase those poor elves,

and would swallow them whole.

 

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,

Santa had to pay.

Rudolph with macabre delight,

he cooked Santa’s brain tonight.

 

Oh how the reindeer loved him

they made a shrine with Santa’s hat.

Rudolph the Zombie Reindeer,

You rid us of that prat.

 

I wish it could be Doomsday every day

When the snowman brings the snow

Well he just might like to know

He’s put a great big smile, on some junkie’s face

If you’re tied down to your bed

With a black hood on your head

Don’t you lock the doors

You know wicked Satan Claus in on his way

 

Well I wish it could be Doomsday, every day

When the kids start screaming and the guards begins to slay

Oh, I wish it could be Doomsday, every day

Let the bells toll out for Doomsday.

 

When we’re lurking in the park

And we’re killing in the dark

Then your scarlet blood’s gonna light my merry way

Now the vampire fangs appear

And they’ve bitten off an ear

So we’ll lie by the fire

’til their blood slowly drains away

 

Well I wish it could be Doomsday, every day

When the kids start screaming and the guards begin to slay

Oh, I wish it could be Doomsday, every day

So let the bells toll out for Doomsday.

 

When the snowman brings the snow

Well he just might like to know

He’s put a great big smile on some junkie’s face

So if Satan starts to slay

All along the Slaughter Way

I’ll sign my name in blood in the snow

And then I’ll make him pay

 

Well I wish it could be Doomsday, every day

When the kids start screaming and the guards begin to slay

Oo-oh, I wish it could be Doomsday, every day

So let the bells toll out for Doomsday

 

Why don’t you give your soul for Doomsday? (written 10 yrs ago for our alternative nativity)

 

Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas dined out

On the feast of Stephen

He made sure to cook his flesh

Deep and crisp and even.

Brightly shone the knife that night

Though the cut was cruel

He felled Stephen with one bite

Used his blood for gruel.

 

“Stephen honey, come to me

You know I adore you.

I just want to kiss your neck,

I know you want it too.”

“But Wenceslas I’m scared of the

wicked fangs you’re sprouting.”

Wenceslas pounced on him,

made a crimson fountain.

 

“Bring me flesh and bring me wine,”

those words sent a shiver.

“On your precious flesh I’ll dine,

I will spare your liver.”

The King barely made a dent,

on his tasty lover,

when he started to lament

“I will eat no other!”

 

Though his mood is darker now,

His desire grows stronger.

“In my heart, I know not how,

Stephen is no longer.”

“Stephen honey, your young age,

your tender flesh so tasty,

but vampires are all the rage.

Think I was too hasty.”

 

His heart heavy so he trod

Where he’d dug a fresh grave.

He buried the poor sod.

“Stephen you were so brave.”

Therefore, cannibals, be sure

the flesh you’re possessing

if it comes from your lover,

check you have their blessing.

 

Merry Christmas! 😀 Feel free to sing them with family 😉