Fall (The)
No Xmas For John Quays
The x in x-mas is a substitute crucifix for ChristNo Christmas for John QuaysThe powders reachAnd the powders teachAnd when you find they can't reachThere is no Christmas for junkyHe thinks he isMore interestingThan the worldBut buying cigsPuts him in a whirlA packet of three-five fives555A packet of those over thereAnd 20 special offer cigarsFound talking to the cigarette machineInto nicotinic acidGood king Wenceslaus, he looked outSilly bugger, he fell outHe spits in the skyIt falls in his eyeSongtexteThen he gets to sit inTalking to his kittenAnd talking about Frankie LymonTell me why is it so?Tell me why is it so?Out of his face with The Idle RaceOut of the room with his tuneAlthough the skins are thinHe knows its up to himTo go out or stay inI'll stay inI'll stay inYouMeX-MasX-MasThere is no Christmas for junkiesNo girlsNo curlsJust the traffic passing byBye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye1,2,3,4No X-mas for John Quays
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