He Came for the Bad Kids
You've hit your sister
and screamed at your dad.
You've made fun of your teachers
and made your mom sad.
You've turned your back and pretenden not to see
when that tiny boy in your class was beaten and bullied.
And sometimes it's hard to tell why.
Was it out of fear or out of pride you told that lie?
Was it envy or despair that caused that rage
that made you punch your brother in the face.
Good thing for you that Santa is wrong,
that Christmas isn't just for the nice ones.
Cause He came for all of the bad kids.
The arrogant, the selfish and the mean.
For the ones who don't always do the right thing,
even when we know what it is.
Yes, He came for all of the bad kids.
The liars and the junkies and the thieves.
For the ones who don't always do the right thing,
even when we know.
I've yelled at my kids and ignored my wife.
And pointless activities on a screen took most of my time.
I didn't visit my neighbour, who's sad and alone.
And I got drunk and stupid more than once.
Good thing for me that Santa is wrong,
that Christmas isn't just for the good ones.
Cause He came for all of the bad kids.
The liars and the junkies and the mean.
For the ones who don't always do the right thing,
even when we know what it is.
Yes, He came for all of the bad kids.
The hypocrites, the hookers and the thieves.
For us who try and try and never make it,
even when we know what right is.
This child wasn't born to make you behave
or to make you afraid of judgement day.
No, He came to give hope to the hopeless child.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
No, this child wasn't born to make you behave
or to make you ashamed every time you fail.
He came to give hope to the hopeless child.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Writer/s: Ole Halvard Sveen
