Why I Hate Christmas White Town
"Why I Hate Christmas" by White Town, released in 1997, is an #Electropop track that explores themes of disillusionment and loneliness during the holiday season. The lyrics convey a sense of alienation and critique the commercialism of Christmas. The song features a distinctive blend of synths and samples, contributing to its unique sound. Its candid take on holiday sentiments resonates with listeners, making it a memorable critique of seasonal cheer.
I thought I'd found someone who understood what I mean
I thought I'd found someone who didn't think I was obscene
I didn't need these words, I didn't need these songs
I thought I'd found somewhere where I finally belong
Where I belong, where I belong
Where I belong, where I belong
But when I looked at her she never looked straight at me
Because deep within she was afraid of what she'd see
You know, I'vе had some times I don't consider thеm crimes
And I won't reject my past or what it's made of me
Made of me, made of me
Made of me, made of me
I know that people change, I'm not denying that it's true
But I've met their kind before, it doesn't matter what I do
They will never, ever see past the colour of my skin
They will never understand where she stops
Is where I begin
Where I begin, where I begin
Where I begin, where I begin
Now it's that time again but there's nothing beneath my tree
Because she's with her husband playing happy families
And if I turned back time could I make her mine?
Or is this just the way that things were meant to be...
I thought I'd found someone who didn't think I was obscene
I didn't need these words, I didn't need these songs
I thought I'd found somewhere where I finally belong
Where I belong, where I belong
Where I belong, where I belong
But when I looked at her she never looked straight at me
Because deep within she was afraid of what she'd see
You know, I'vе had some times I don't consider thеm crimes
And I won't reject my past or what it's made of me
Made of me, made of me
Made of me, made of me
I know that people change, I'm not denying that it's true
But I've met their kind before, it doesn't matter what I do
They will never, ever see past the colour of my skin
They will never understand where she stops
Is where I begin
Where I begin, where I begin
Where I begin, where I begin
Now it's that time again but there's nothing beneath my tree
Because she's with her husband playing happy families
And if I turned back time could I make her mine?
Or is this just the way that things were meant to be...
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