MERRY CHRISTMAS. HAPPY HOLIDAYS. HAPPY NEW YEAR! COOKIES FOR SANTA. CARROTS FOR THE REINDEER. IT'S YOUR MOST WONDERFUL LOOK OF THE YEAR. YOU CAN PLEASE EVERYONE. GET IT ALL! EYEDENTITY. GREEN EGGS & HAM--TRY SOMETHING NEW. GOLDIE LOCKS & THE THREE CHEERS. AND A GOOD HOME FOR ALL. UP ON THE ROOFTOP REINDEER PA'S. OUT JUMPS ROTTEN OLD SANTA CLAUSE. DOWN THROUGH THE CHIMNEY OF GOOD GIRLS AND BOYS, RAID ALL THE TOYS WITHOUT A COP OR PROSECUTOR TO BLOCK . . . . HO! HO! HO! WHO DIDN'T KNOW? HO! HO! HO! WHO DIDN'T KNOW? OH, UP ON THE ROOFTOP GOES OLD ROTTEN SANTA, NOT LEAVING A MOUSE OR A HOUSE BY THIS PAIR OF THIEVES. PAGLIACCI'S PIZZA. TWAS THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS, AND ALL THROUGH THE TOWN, NOT A VOLVO OR TESLA WASN'T MOVING AROUND! XPRESSNAP. BE A SIMPLE KIND OF MAN. PLAY MORE THIS WINTER. LOSE THE LUST FOR RICH MAN'S GOLD. WHAT WE'VE LEARNED IT THAT YOU ARE HAPPY AND WE ARE PERFECTLY MISERABLE PEOPLE, SANTA AND MRS. CLAUS. SO THE WHO'S DOWN IN WHOSVILLE ALL CIRCLED THE TREE AND HELD HANDS, ROUND IN THE GLISTENING SNOW . . . MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT! HE'S A MEAN ONE MR. GRINCH! LOL. OH, WHAT FUN! DONE & RUN! THUG LIFE. STEAM PUNK BAR. A COUPLE OF SONGS TO MAKE YOU THINK. I AM GOING TO TAKE A LONG DESERVED WINTER'S BREAK . . . I MIGHT COME BACK AFTER THE FIRST OF THE YEAR, OR MAYBE I WILL HAVE A NEW PROJECT BY THAT TIME? ALL THE WHO'S DOWN IN WHOSVILLE DON'T EVEN KNOW! SMILE.

What It's Like

Everlast

We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes
"Get a job you fucking slob, " is all he replies
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues

Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love
He said, "don't worry about a thing, baby doll I'm the man you've been dreaming of."
But three months later he say he won't date her or return her calls
And she swear, "god damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls"
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose

Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like

I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win and a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad and the downside of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon drank from the golden cup
And smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight and max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
You know it comes that way at least that's what they say when you play the game
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Erik Schrody

What It's Like lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group

Somewhere I Belong

Linkin Park

When this began,
I had nothing to say 
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find that I'm not the only person with these things in mind (inside of me)
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I got left to feel (nothing to lose)
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own,
And the fault is my own

I want to heal, I want to feel,
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I felt so long (erase all the pain 'til it's gone)
I want to heal, I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong

And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face (I was confused) 
Looking everywhere only to find that it's not the way I had imagined it all in my mind (so what am I?)
What do I have but negativity?
'Cause I can't justify the way everyone is looking at me (nothing to lose)
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own,
And the fault is my own

I want to heal, I want to feel,
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long (erase all the pain 'till it's gone)
I want to heal, I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong

I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel,
Anything else until my wounds are healed
I will never be
Anything 'til I break away from me
And I will break away, and find myself today

I want to heal, I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I felt so long (erase all the pain til it's gone)
I want to heal, I want to feel,
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong

I want to heal I want to feel like I'm,
Somewhere I belong,
I want to heal I want to feel like I'm somewhere I belong
Somewhere I belong

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Brad Delson / Chester Charles Bennington / Dave Farrell / Joseph Hahn / Mike Shinoda / Robert G. Bourdon

Somewhere I Belong lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group