This Christmas season baby
Oh, I want you to know
You should not expect to find me
Under the mistletoe
I can't get out of my bed, no
Please, please, no
And I don't wanna come upstairs
And greet the family
Does it show
Does it show
Does it show
God, god, I hate this snow
I can be thankful
And I can be grateful
But could I be alone
This winter solstice
I want you to notice
I really, really, really hate this
I can be thankful
And I can be grateful
But could I be alone
This Winter Solstice
I want you to notice
I really, really, really hate this
Well I'd say there boy
Old Saint Nick couldn't help but notice you're looking awfully grim
At such a cheery time of year
Might you need a little push
To get the old Christmas spirit back in mind
Well, Dropkick Murphy's wrote a good song for this
I can't take the headaches, Advil's bliss
Now has Christmas time really come down to this (well)
Fine, after all
Maybe I admit
That Coca-Cola making
Modern day Santa Claus in the 1930's
As an exploit in an advertisement campaign for the holiday season
Is a little bit sh-
Grim
Grim
But all these ads
They don't think at all of where it started
They just want their presents
And their trinkets all green-hearted your Christmas spirit
It's based on luck
So maybe this Christmas will need some Zoloft
Because it sucks
Well, maybe
A very Zoloft Christmas, signing off
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This Christmas season baby
Oh, I want you to know
You should not expect to find me
Under the mistletoe
I can't get out of my bed, no
Please, please, no
And I don't wanna come upstairs
And greet the family
Does it show
Does it show
Does it show
God, god, I hate this snow
I can be thankful
And I can be grateful
But could I be alone
This winter solstice
I want you to notice
I really, really, really hate this
I can be thankful
And I can be grateful
But could I be alone
This Winter Solstice
I want you to notice
I really, really, really hate this
Well I'd say there boy
Old Saint Nick couldn't help but notice you're looking awfully grim
At such a cheery time of year
Might you need a little push
To get the old Christmas spirit back in mind
Well, Dropkick Murphy's wrote a good song for this
I can't take the headaches, Advil's bliss
Now has Christmas time really come down to this (well)
Fine, after all
Maybe I admit
That Coca-Cola making
Modern day Santa Claus in the 1930's
As an exploit in an advertisement campaign for the holiday season
Is a little bit sh-
Grim
Grim
But all these ads
They don't think at all of where it started
They just want their presents
And their trinkets all green-hearted your Christmas spirit
It's based on luck
So maybe this Christmas will need some Zoloft
Because it sucks
Well, maybe
A very Zoloft Christmas, signing off
Oh, I want you to know
You should not expect to find me
Under the mistletoe
I can't get out of my bed, no
Please, please, no
And I don't wanna come upstairs
And greet the family
Does it show
Does it show
Does it show
God, god, I hate this snow
I can be thankful
And I can be grateful
But could I be alone
This winter solstice
I want you to notice
I really, really, really hate this
I can be thankful
And I can be grateful
But could I be alone
This Winter Solstice
I want you to notice
I really, really, really hate this
Well I'd say there boy
Old Saint Nick couldn't help but notice you're looking awfully grim
At such a cheery time of year
Might you need a little push
To get the old Christmas spirit back in mind
Well, Dropkick Murphy's wrote a good song for this
I can't take the headaches, Advil's bliss
Now has Christmas time really come down to this (well)
Fine, after all
Maybe I admit
That Coca-Cola making
Modern day Santa Claus in the 1930's
As an exploit in an advertisement campaign for the holiday season
Is a little bit sh-
Grim
Grim
But all these ads
They don't think at all of where it started
They just want their presents
And their trinkets all green-hearted your Christmas spirit
It's based on luck
So maybe this Christmas will need some Zoloft
Because it sucks
Well, maybe
A very Zoloft Christmas, signing off
Writer: Basil Johnson, Evan Campbell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid