“Never had a drink that i didn’t like, got a taste of you threw up all night…”-Alkaline Trio-“Crawl”
No, no, you got it right. The words are “Later on, we’ll perspire as we stare at the fire and face so afraid the bills left unpaid. Shopping in a winter wonderland.” At least that’s the way I sing it 
From “We Three Kings of Orient Are”:
Frankincense to offer have I.
Incense owns a deity nigh…
From Cantique de Noel (“O Holy Night”):
“La terre est libre et le ciel est ouvert.”
The English lyrics have this line as:
“His law is love, and his gospel is peace”, which just doesn’t sound the same.
But then, the entire song is better in its original French, anyway.
YES! some other good ones from that song are
“you’re a bum, you’re a punk, you’re old slut on junk lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed”
“you took my dreams from me
i kept them with me babe. can’t make it all alone, i’ve built my dreams around you.”
on an unrelated note, i’ve always liked “now bring us some figgy pudding.”
“Have yourself a merry merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who have nothing
While you’re drinkin’ down your wine.”
“Father Christmas” by the Kinks.
A little reality in a very funny Christmas song.
He’ll say, “Are you married?”
We’ll say, “No, man,
But you can do the job when you’re in town.”
One of those lines that I always sang but never really appreciated until I saw it written down and punctuated and everything.
And another vote for “Fairytale of New York” by the Pogues, the only Christmas song I know of that has the line “you scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot” in it.
It’s Christmastime
again
It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand
all year
I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don’t want to get me down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone
–From a Blink 182 B-side before they sold out
Ooh, French! I didn’t even know that song was French…
Also, “We Three Kings” has that verse that goes:
“Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.”
…which is not the kind of line you’d expect to hear in a Christmas carol…
Oh, and another lyric I always loved, being the bookish type and all, from “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel”:
“O come, Thou Wisdom from on high,
Who orders all things mightily:
To us the path of knowledge show,
And teach us in our ways to go…”