Blake Jones And The Trike Shop - Christmas Sale lyrics

Christmas sale, Christmas sale Yeah, you're mad 'cause Macy's won't call it a Christmas sale Well, your money don't say "feed the poor" And your courthouse won't say "blessed are the merciful" And you fences don't say "love your neighbor" now Love your neighbor now But you're mad 'cause someone won't call it a Christmas sale Christmas sale Yeah, you're mad 'cause someone won't call it a Christmas sale How can God survive without us? Without us worried about him and solving his problems Without us pa**ing his laws and fighting his battles Oh, man, oh, man Yeah, if Jesus gave his heart to the poor And if Jesus, he said "Blessed are the merciful" And if Jesus, he said "Love your neighbor" now Love your neighbor now How did God survive before us? Without General Washington securing the manger? Without Irving Berlin orchestrating the angels? Oh, man, oh, man