Atmosphere - If I Was Santa Claus lyrics

If I was a rich man, I'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 what's real
And if I was a smart man
I'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
I'd keep my headlights on
To see the difference between right and wrong
I'd wear my seatbelt even when I'm in park
Cause I don't trust the other fools
That cruise through these parts
And if I was a better cook
I'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

And if I was Santa Claus
I'd fight for the cause
Wouldn't expect nothing in return
I'd give you everything you want
I'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
I'd break for a nervous
Breakdown for breakfast
Tell everyone I knew to stay
Away from making music
It ain't nothing but a confusing mess
(confusing mess) and if I was you
I wouldn't hear a word I said
Wouldn't trust nothing to start it
Up inside my head
I'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
I'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
I'd climb to the top of the mountain peak
To think about strength versus weakness
I'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
I'd never want to live forever
Just let me have a voice so
I can make my points
I can'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 I'm bad at receiving
The truth is
I'd prefer to be the one bleeding
But I'm a paranoid that stays
Between play and work cautious and aware
Cause I'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

And if I was Santa Claus
I'd fight for the cause
Wouldn't expect nothing in return
I'd give you everything you want
I'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 wit's
Got me drunk on the fifth
And now we're stuck in a ditch
And as dumb as it gets
I'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
We'll keep bumping the hit's
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)