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It's been an awesome year for Low Twelve and we all look very forward to abusing you in the year 2001.  Many thanks to all who have supported the cause this past year.

Last year we brought you the classic, "The Low Twelve Days of Christmas" . . . and so back by popular demand . . . here it is again.  Feel free to gather the family around the computer screen and sing along. 

Turn up your sound, we've provided some festive background music while you sing well into the night . . . .

THE LOW TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

by Pete Altieri

On the first day of Christmas, Chuck Billy gave to me a poser hanging from a tree

On the second day of Christmas, John Gacy gave to me a pair of bloody handcuffs, and a poser hanging from a tree

On the third day of Christmas, Kevorkian gave to me three shots in my arm, a pair of bloody handcuffs, and a poser hanging from a tree

On the fourth day of Christmas, the Trenchcoat Mafia gave to me four murdered kids, three shots in my arm, a pair of bloody handcuffs, and a poser hanging from a tree

On the fifth day of Christmas, Rich Ramirez gave to me five pentagrams, four murdered kids, three shots in my arm, a pair of bloody handcuffs, and a poser hanging from a tree

On the sixth day of Christmas, Jeff Dahmer gave to me six human skulls, five pentagrams, four murdered kids, three shots in my arm, a pair of bloody handcuffs, and a poser hanging from a tree

On the seventh day of Christmas, Albert Fish gave to me seven sisters stewing, six human skulls, five pentagrams, four murdered kids, three shots in my arm, a pair of bloody handcuffs, and a poser hanging from a tree

On the eighth day of Christmas, Ted Bundy gave to me eight bleeding co-eds, seven sisters stewing, six human skulls, five pentagrams, four murdered kids, three shots in my arm, a pair of bloody handcuffs, and a poser hanging from a tree

On the ninth day of Christmas, Ed Gein gave to me nine pickled vaginas, eight bleeding co-eds, seven sisters stewing, six human skulls, five pentagrams, four murdered kids, three shots in my arm, a pair of bloody handcuffs, and a poser hanging from a tree

On the tenth day of Christmas, Charles Manson gave to me ten sluts a laying, nine pickled vaginas, eight bleeding co-eds, seven sisters stewing, six human skulls, five pentagrams, four murdered kids, three shots in the arm, a pair of bloody handcuffs, and a poser hanging from a tree

On the eleventh day of Christmas, the Son of Sam gave to me eleven talking dogs, ten sluts a laying, nine pickled vaginas, eight bleeding co-eds, seven sisters stewing, six human skulls, five pentagrams, four murdered kids, three shots in the arm, a pair of bloody handcuffs, and a poser hanging from a tree

On the twelfth day of Christmas, the metal gods gave to me Low Twelve tunes all night long, eleven talking dogs, ten sluts a laying, nine pickled vaginas, eight bleeding co-eds, seven sisters stewing, six human skulls, five pentagrams, four murdered kids, three shots in the arm, a pair of bloody handcuffs. . . and a poser hanging from a tree