Jack Dean & Company - Christmas

I don't write songs for cheese, I write 'em for Cheesus
Nah I'm no believer but I got time for the geezer
It was based what he said about the eye of a needle
And how to give back to caesar what's rightfully caesar's

Now we buy you lots of stuff but you don't really need it
You're one year old I don't know if you even perceive it
Ain't no manger just a layer of plasticky pieces
I'm no wise man and my star may be lost to the evening, but look

You don't need to bring calling birds or golden rings
You are enough just here with me
Your baggage and your dreams, your struggles and your needs,
As simple as they seem, May be the only gift we need

I'm not tryna be Choong I'm trying to be Chomsky
The way he taught us to see how our thinking was wonky
Manufactured consent got me yelling at the telly
At 3pm like "who put a crown on this honky"?

I'm not trying to stir the pot or throw any more beef in
But I might flip on a cousin if they ask again why I'm vegan
I guess we came here on roads from separate regions
And have to let each other walk them wherever they're leading, but still

You don't need to bring calling birds or golden rings
You are enough just here with me
Your baggage and your dreams, your struggles and your needs,
As simple as they seem, May be the only gift we need

And everything is different, the snow can't keep it frozen
Changing with each instant, moulded by each moment
Shepherds' flocks keep drifting
And I guess that's ok, I'll start again on new year's day

I don't write bars for Ms I write 'em for Emma,
Forever ago, miss Goldman said it way better
That we can start a revolution and spread it together
But if I can't dance to it it ain't worth the sweat or the effort

So take my hand while the lights are shedding resplendence
I know I talk a lot of shit without getting the message
But If you're still here next year armageddon-dependent
That would truly be one hell of a present, for real

You don't need to bring calling birds or golden rings
You are enough just here with me
Your baggage and your dreams, your struggles and your needs,
As simple as they seem, May be the only gift we need

Written by:
Jack Dean

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