Oooooooo My Enchanted Stone Pick (Christmas in Minecraft is fun) In the snowy biomes, where the ice can sting There's a tale about Minecraft that I love to sing ‘Bout a stone pickaxe that’s so close to my heart ‘Cause I have used it to mine since the very start It’s my little stone pick (little stone pick) It’s my little stone pick (little stone pick) Take a crafting table then to do the job’ll Need just two plain sticks and a row o’ cobble I use unbreaking three so he lasts real long And then efficiency five so he’s super strong It’s my little stone pick (little stone pick) It’s my little stone pick (little stone pick) Diggin’ tunnels Diggin’ tunnels, whoaa Diggin’ tunnels Diggin’ tunnels (he don't miss nothin’) And haulin' through the earth at a frightening speed ‘Cause this fine pickaxe gives me all that I need And my friends are real concerned, ‘cause they think that its dumb But who needs their company when you’ve got snow golems It’s my little stone pick (little stone pick) It’s my little stone pick (little stone pick) Oooooooo My Enchanted Stone Pick (Christmas in Minecraft is fun) Oooooooo My Enchanted Stone Pick (Christmas in Minecraft is fun) Oooooooo My Enchanted Stone Pick (Christmas in Minecraft is fun)

(Intro) Just when I thought I was doing alright Caught a dumb crush, before Christmas Night It’s always the same, it’s just a game, Santa I could say hey, and you’d tell me I’m nice Tell me I’m bad, and I’ll know that you’re right It’s always the same, it’s just a game, Santa I won’t believe, and I won’t show The part of myself that wants to know Whether you’ll kiss me under the mistletoe But why do you always need to see When I’m asleep, you’re looking at me Every year, it’s just the same, Santa Turning me on, turning me off Making me feel like I want too much Playing with me just like a toy all the time Flying around, staying out all night Eating it all, but leaving one bite Drinking some milk, leaving some presents, one house at a time I won’t believe, and I won’t show The part of myself that wants to know Whether you’ll kiss me under the mistletoe But why do you always need to see When I’m asleep, you’re looking at me Every year, it’s just the same, Santa Truth is I love you, more than I wanted to There’s no point in trying to pretend There’s been no one who makes me feel like you do Say we’ll be together ‘til the end (Bridge) I won’t believe, and I won’t show The part of myself that wants to know Whether you’ll kiss me under the mistletoe But why do you always need to see When I’m asleep, you’re looking at me Every year, it’s just the same, Santa But I love you, more than I wanted to There’s no point in trying to pretend There’s been no one who makes me feel like you do Say we’ll be together ‘til the end I could say hey, and you’d tell me I’m nice Tell me I’m bad, and I’ll know that you’re right It’s always the same, it’s just a game, Santa (Outro)

[Chorus 1] Merry christmas, merry christmas I have a girlfriend How I got so lucky I can’t comprehend Merry christmas, merry christmas I have a girlfriend So I made this song to commend her [Verse 1] Around this time last year I’d no one to call mine My albums were sad And I cried all the time Between then and now, though I found a cute girl We started to talk And my heart did unfurl [Verse 2] We talked about things That we held dear to us Like books games and music And movies and stuff Then we opened up And got close to each other Got over our fears And now look, we’re lovers [Bridge] So I think this Christmas While decking the halls (that) My girlfriend is really The best gift of all We’ve kept it real vague So that you can sing too If you’ve found a girlfriend We wrote this for you [Chorus 2] Merry christmas, merry christmas I have a girlfriend How I got so lucky I can’t comprehend Merry christmas, merry christmas I have a girlfriend So I made this song to commend (Primal Noise)

Uh, yo! It’s Christmas, bros! Yeah...oh. Oh no. I’m gonna be late this year, gonna have to catch Up on spreading that holiday cheer cause “Joy to the World” doesn’t Enter my world before the New Year. That’s a historical fact. A few years running that I’m on that track since Finding all the things that you lack is such a task that I’m Rather impassioned to lock the door in the back. That’s my past. I really did that! It’s hard enough to haggle with a heart at half-mast But you add on top of that an incessant rap about these Pieces of yourself you gotta pack, well, that’s sad. Where are they at? Wait, am I getting fat? Can I make it to this party on time? You do the math. So I’ll be hanging out and gathering the fragments To finally fill my Sapien sack. Now that’s abstract, But this Christmas, that’s where I’m at. Oh! Maybe Christmas won’t be sad. I’ll go outside and I’ll be glad. Yo! Show me how to do it And maybe… . I don’t know strife (You don’t know strife) And I’m no genius. (And you’re no genius) I know there’s a place I’m supposed to go. (You know there’s a place you’re supposed to go). Things are hard but others’ got it harder. They’re being smarter while I haven’t even started. I know that I’m a person. That’s a basic observation But at times I feel as though I’m not at full operation. A moment’s hesitation has revealed stagnation Of which this season implores evaluation. So why do I deny that as the time goes by I’m nervous, Feeling that I’m the one who put me out of service? My problems aren’t imperative, my life is not a narrative, I’m sabotaging clarity, scared to be truly merry. I understand That this Christmas, it’s in my hands. Oh! Maybe Christmas won’t be lonely. I can go outside where people know me. Yo! Show me how to prove it And maybe… (Break it down). Oh, I’m in pain. And it hurts my brain, aha. Ho ho, it’s getting wacky up in here. Heh ha ha ha ha, whoo. Uh, uh, uh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooh, ooh. (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh). [Hello out there?] Hello? [We’re about ready to resume our program.] Oh! Maybe Christmas won’t be bad. I’ll step outside after this triad. Yo! Show me where to go And maybe... Oh! Maybe Christmas won’t be bad. I’ll leave footprints just like my father had. Yo! Show me where to go And maybe… (Maybe this Christmas is for me). Well that’s my rhyme. I bet on it and settled it in E flat nine. But where does one go under a blanket of snow When the singing’s all done but you’ve got nothing to show for? I’m stuck, for real, And keeping people happy is how I can deal. I’m in the holiday spirit but my psyche’s not agreeable. It threatens to destroy me, escape is unforeseeable. I fail at every turn. I’m flailing in the trash. I’m sitting on the couch. I’m licking up the ash. I’m in the living room. I’m swimming in the rug. I’m crying in the corner. I’m looking for a mug. I can do better. I’m gonna do better. I know I will. I’ve willed it. [Oh, and friend o’ mine is free!] As free as I’ll ever be. Uh, yo. It’s Christmas. Honk honk Word. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna open the door and walk out. I got a scarf. Actually, it’s...it’s, it’s kinda cold. I might...I might actually go back in. Peace.