Here they are lined up waiting to consume A day masked in kindness and giving for you A day named black gets darker each year Trampling the weak for the very best deal The best spot in line They'll wait in the cold The doors get dismantled The hour is now You must step aside Or you will get trampled The gift of punishments all that's dispersed The weak fall to the side While hundreds lay hurt A stampede of bargains, discounting compassion Each man for himself for the very best cash in It's that time of year I must be the one Who gives them the most Step in the way Of the hunt for deals And you will be toast