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[slug]
if i was a rich man, iand'd buy you some shoes
tall boots for all the dirt you walk through
what would that do? enable you to deal
without schooling you on how to touch whatand's real
and if i was a smart man, iand'd tell you everything that i knew
and give it to you every time you need a talking to
but what would that do? teach you my guidelines
so you can be a cheerleader at your game on the sidelines
and if i was a driver, iand'd keep my headlights on
to see the difference between right and wrong
iand'd wear my seatbelt even when iand'm in park
cause i donand't trust the other fools that cruise through these parts
and if i was a better cook, iand'd hook up a feast
set a table full of food for the children to eat
i encourage the nourishment so we can breathe
with the knowledge that we got something accomplished
[chorus]
and if i was santa claus, iand'd fight for the cause
wouldnand't expect nothing in return
iand'd give you everything you want, iand'd be everything you need
so you can take my hand and i can take the lead
And if i was an honest man
i would stop writing songs
iand'd break for a nervous breakdown for breakfast
tell everyone i knew to stay away from making music
it ainand't nothing but a confusing mess (confusing mess)
and if i was you, i wouldnand't hear a word i said
wouldnand't trust nothing to start it up inside my head
iand'd make a conscious effort to live instead
of trying to kill the monsters that reside underneath the bed
and if i was a hurt man
iand'd find a way to put my faith
into a woman that could take me from today, maybe
i need somebody that could save me
from the parts of myself that keep making me crazy
and if i was a wise man
iand'd climb to the top of the mountain peak
to think about strength versus weakness
iand'd find a point that rests a couple of feet above your head
and figure out how i could try to help you reach it
(ho ho ho)
and if i did have a choice
iand'd never want to live forever
just let me have a voice so i can make my points
i canand't imagine running a race with no finish line
just let me keep my pace and make to most of my time
i love giving but iand'm bad at receiving
the truth is, iand'd prefer to be the one bleeding
but iand'm a paranoid that stays between play and work
cautious and aware, and'cause iand'm afraid of being hurt
which brings me to the issue
and that would be this:
how often must i ask myself why i exist?
i feel like a freak, this world is a circus
just trying to find myself as well as my purpose
[chorus: repeat 2x]
and if i was santa claus, iand'd fight for the cause
wouldnand't expect nothing in return
iand'd give you everything you want, iand'd be everything you need
and you can take my hand and i can take the lead
I got nothing but gifts
keep it up in my wits
got me drunk on the fifth
and now weand're stuck in a ditch
and as dumb as it gets
iand'mma run you some fibs
i wanna touch your lips
i wanna rub your hips
put a glove on the fist
for the love that exists
weand'll keep bumping the hits
to get my bucket of chips
from the bloods and the crips
to the skateboarding chicks
put the atmosphere on your christmas wishlist
put the atmosphere on your christmas wishlist
(ho ho ho ho)
Atmosphere
If i was santa claus
If i was santa claus
[slug]
if i was a rich man, iand'd buy you some shoes
tall boots for all the dirt you walk through
what would that do? enable you to deal
without schooling you on how to touch whatand's real
and if i was a smart man, iand'd tell you everything that i knew
and give it to you every time you need a talking to
but what would that do? teach you my guidelines
so you can be a cheerleader at your game on the sidelines
and if i was a driver, iand'd keep my headlights on
to see the difference between right and wrong
iand'd wear my seatbelt even when iand'm in park
cause i donand't trust the other fools that cruise through these parts
and if i was a better cook, iand'd hook up a feast
set a table full of food for the children to eat
i encourage the nourishment so we can breathe
with the knowledge that we got something accomplished
[chorus]
and if i was santa claus, iand'd fight for the cause
wouldnand't expect nothing in return
iand'd give you everything you want, iand'd be everything you need
so you can take my hand and i can take the lead
And if i was an honest man
i would stop writing songs
iand'd break for a nervous breakdown for breakfast
tell everyone i knew to stay away from making music
it ainand't nothing but a confusing mess (confusing mess)
and if i was you, i wouldnand't hear a word i said
wouldnand't trust nothing to start it up inside my head
iand'd make a conscious effort to live instead
of trying to kill the monsters that reside underneath the bed
and if i was a hurt man
iand'd find a way to put my faith
into a woman that could take me from today, maybe
i need somebody that could save me
from the parts of myself that keep making me crazy
and if i was a wise man
iand'd climb to the top of the mountain peak
to think about strength versus weakness
iand'd find a point that rests a couple of feet above your head
and figure out how i could try to help you reach it
(ho ho ho)
and if i did have a choice
iand'd never want to live forever
just let me have a voice so i can make my points
i canand't imagine running a race with no finish line
just let me keep my pace and make to most of my time
i love giving but iand'm bad at receiving
the truth is, iand'd prefer to be the one bleeding
but iand'm a paranoid that stays between play and work
cautious and aware, and'cause iand'm afraid of being hurt
which brings me to the issue
and that would be this:
how often must i ask myself why i exist?
i feel like a freak, this world is a circus
just trying to find myself as well as my purpose
[chorus: repeat 2x]
and if i was santa claus, iand'd fight for the cause
wouldnand't expect nothing in return
iand'd give you everything you want, iand'd be everything you need
and you can take my hand and i can take the lead
I got nothing but gifts
keep it up in my wits
got me drunk on the fifth
and now weand're stuck in a ditch
and as dumb as it gets
iand'mma run you some fibs
i wanna touch your lips
i wanna rub your hips
put a glove on the fist
for the love that exists
weand'll keep bumping the hits
to get my bucket of chips
from the bloods and the crips
to the skateboarding chicks
put the atmosphere on your christmas wishlist
put the atmosphere on your christmas wishlist
(ho ho ho ho)
