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He sat by the Christmas tree, looked at stars wishfully,
And prayed to God to make this disease history
If he could, he wished he would, tired of wearing itchy hoods
And hats that made him feel out of place like some kitschy wood
Cabinets painted white in Richie Rich’s kitchen would
The thought was so refreshing, so blissfully good
That he got up off his laurels and he blissfully stood
And he shuffled ‘cross the living room floor like Ickey Woods
And then he prayed to God for a tiny glimpse of what health is
And thanked God for his family and all that they dealt with
And thanked God for the doctors and the nurses who help kids
And for all of the selfless who give help to the helpless
He fell asleep by the Christmas tree, and dreamed dreams that he could go
One solitary day without wondering wistfully
“Why this life of misery? Why not him, why is it me?
How many days until the Grim Reaper visits me?”

CHORUS:
This is for those of us who’ve gone broke, those of us beyond hope
We wanna be strong, we don’t know how to go on though
At the end of our wits, at the end of a long rope
God help us go on, God help us all cope

The boy was beyond hope, but the dawn broke and spawned hope
He woke up Christmas Eve and he wrote Santa a long note,
The note said, “Dear Santa, I don’t have a wish list,
But if you’re not too busy now, this is what I want for Christmas:
Peace for my family, some friends who understand me,
And if it’s not too much to ask, the strength to be all that I can be
These days and these nights, they're just a blur to me
And I’m tired and I’m weak and this treatment is hurting me”
He sealed the letter with a sticker which reflected his maturity
Then he thought back six months to his birthday on June 9th
Missing out on birthday parties, presents, balloons, kites
The hospital room's white, hacking up blood, Gesundheit
From morning to moonlight, becoming too much to bear
Only seven years old and he’s losing his hair
The TV’s losing its flair, he glares at Finding Nemo sterilely
Preparing for another grueling day of chemotherapy

CHORUS:
This is for those of us who’ve gone broke, those of us beyond hope
We wanna be strong, we don’t know how to go on though
At the end of our wits, at the end of a long rope
God help us go on, God help us all cope

It was date night with Grandma, so the boy packed his suitcase
With an extra set of clothes and his favorite kind of toothpaste
Getting ready for the fruitcake and the classic Christmas cartoons
Meanwhile across town an old man at the bar croons
For Mom and Dad and their friends at a benefit dinner
And Mom and Dad wonder what kind of sick twisted sinner
Is the unlucky winner of this awful lot in life
With no option to turn back like Lot and his wife
The stress and the strife, they continue to stay there
Feeling life’s just a game and sometimes God doesn’t play fair
The hospital bills and the pills and the stray hairs
On the couches at home and the carpets at daycare
The pamphlets on facts of cancer, the lack of answers
The dinners with bad drinks, bad jazz and hapless dancers
The total strangers and the crooners and waiters
Are all saying “things are bound to get better sooner or later”
When they don’t really know that and they can’t guarantee it
Tired of praying for peace when they feel like they won’t ever see it
Tired of feeling defeated, unwanted and unneeded
After all the good things they’ve done in life they feel cheated
Their lives went from best to worst, from blessed to cursed
Maybe things will improve, but maybe there’s a lesson first
That no one is good, not even one,
You can search the whole earth, we’re all cursed as Eden’s sons

ALTERNATE CHORUS:
But praise God, when all of us were beyond hope
That’s when the dawn broke and the sunrise spawned hope
For those of us who’d gone broke, those of us beyond hope
We wanna be strong, we don’t know how to go on though
At the end of our wits, at the end of a long rope
God helped us go on, God helped us all cope
When all was lost, and we all were beyond hope,
That’s when the dawn broke and the sunrise spawned hope

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from Gospel of Hatred, released June 11, 2013
Beat by Sound Scientists

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