This Is Not a Drill - Henry Jackman

This is not a photograph - no (This is not a photograph) And these are not the Elysian Fields (This is not a photograph) This is not a bigot's head, no (This is not a photograph) (This is not a photograph) This is just a perpendicular line to the grain (This is not a photograph) This wants to be outside the cage of the age (This is not a photograph) This is not a bigot's leg (This is not a photograph) (This is not a photograph) (This is not a photograph) (This is not a photograph) (Photograph) (Photograph) (Photograph) (Photograph) (Photograph) (Photograph)

This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song The Christmas tree's on fire Santa's holding the lighter My parents are both liars I got gifts but want subscribers Thanks for the candy basket Oh God, another jacket My stocking's filled with acid Am I dreaming? What just happened? This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song My neighbors compete to see who Can put up more blinding lights The kids all wish away the month 'Cause they want presents in sight This year had Me so mad I've been bad Got coal that Is sitting under my tree I think that my Christmas has died This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song I guess everyday is Christmas when you this gifted (gifted) Accidentally went and manifested my whole wishlist (wishlist) And now to celebrate I'm getting twisted like the Grinch is (Grinch is) Making it rain, dear Lord, look how dripped the wrist is I noticed you out there in cold (they say) She bad she getting nothing but coal (three strikes) I'm out I should've probably bowled I guess it's just another holiday I'm spending alone (spending alone) When I was just a boy Christmas brought so much joy Couldn't wait for the presents and laughter I couldn't sleep late at night Looking for Santa with lights Those are the memories I still remember Then I became a man Lost sight of who I am But right in front of me was the answer 'Cause on Christmas I feel joy And I turn back to a boy The answer is to stay young forever This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song

Funny and isn't it strange how everyone's sorry When it's too late but baby, don't worry 'Cause I'm already dead now have you read the papers, girl? I died in my sleep from a dream that we both became strangers And now I'm so far gone I could see our homes from the clouds I'm on Yeah, I'm so far gone You're the only one who could take me home But no, no, no This is not a love song No, no, no It's just a way to let you know That I trade on the markets Fame on your tablets for me to stuck my mind in store Alone with the hello Boxes and bottles of liquor on my bedroom floor, oh-oh-oh-oh Love me as I scream from the bleachers Cool kids and teachers, yeah All that I needed was a world at my feet But girl, you're so hard to see I might crush it like a beetle bug And now I'm so far gone I could see our homes from the clouds I'm on Yeah, I'm so far gone You're the only one who could take me home But no, no, no This is not a love song No, no, no It's just my way to let you know That I trade on the markets Fame on your tablets for me to stuck my mind in store Alone with the hello Boxes and bottles of liquor on my bedroom floor But no, no, no This is not a love song, no No, no, no Baby, this is our song