Through sleet and snow, we blindly go out to a dinner made of lies, Fake smiles glow and tensions grow behind each friendly pair of eyes. We’ve reached the date, we stumble late into a forced family affair It’s finally here, let's shed a tear, for this torture we’ll all share! It’s Thanksgiving… The day we gather here Faking gratitude for relatives that we avoid all year. It’s Thanksgiving… That Norman Rockwell hoax, It’s like we should be laughing, but we know it’s not a joke. It’s Thanksgiving. Aunt Mildred’s drunk, mascara running, and the gossip flows like wine, Cousin John’s not here this year, he’s in prison doing time. At the kiddie table, Bob’s new boyfriend’s stricken to his soul And Grandma lost her dentures in the green bean casserole. It’s Thanksgiving… The day we gather here Faking gratitude for relatives that we avoid all year. It’s Thanksgiving… That Norman Rockwell hoax, It’s like we should be laughing, but we know it’s not a joke. It’s Thanksgiving. Sally has food allergies, but no one really cares. She just sits there chewing celery with a thousand yard stare. Kids are screaming, throwing food, the football game is on TV. And then Dad brings up politics, as Mom hides nervously. It’s Thanksgiving… The day we gather here Faking gratitude for relatives that we avoid all year. It’s Thanksgiving… That Norman Rockwell hoax, It’s like we should be laughing, but we know it’s not a joke. It’s Thanksgiving. Your brother, Steve, is nowhere to be found. He begged off, said he was sick, and now he’s happily homebound Eating pizza rolls in comfort, streaming movies on TV. Meanwhile we all fake our forgiveness for the sake of family. It’s Thanksgiving… That one day we gather here Faking gratitude for relatives that we avoid all year. It’s Thanksgiving… That Norman Rockwell hoax, It’s like we should be laughing, but we know it’s not a joke. It’s Thanksgiving.