Druid Christmas - Gyrating Bhtch

I am a Druid, I worship the trees
I walk through my cities and ask "what are these?"
The trees on my block are all covered with lights
They assault my beliefs, and infringe on my rights

Being a Druid at Christmastime really is sad
They take those things I worship and dress them in drag
The government has no respect for religion or me
Or for my idea of God, which is, by chance, a tree

You'd think I could move to a different town
Maybe there is one, but I haven't found
A place where the townsfolk get down on their knees
And with a great fervor, give thanks to the trees