The Chieftains - St. Stephen’s Day Murders lyrics
[The Chieftains - St. Stephen’s Day Murders lyrics]
I knew of two sisters whose
Name it was Christmas
And one was named Dawn of course
The other one was named Eve
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
The good will that lasts till
The Feast of Saint Stephen
For that is the time to eat, drink
And be merry till the beer is all spilled
And the whiskey has flowed
And the whole family tree
You neglected to bury
Are feeding their faces until they explode
There'll be laughter and tears
Over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
Cause it's all we've got left as
They draw their last breath
Ah, it's nice for the kids
As you finally get rid of them
In the Saint Stephen's Day Murders
Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air
While the babe in his arms pulls out
All that remains of his hair
And we're not drunk enough
Yet to dare criticize
The great big kipper tie
He's about to baptize
With his gin-flavoured whiskers and
Kisses of sherry
His best Crimble shirt slung
Out over the shop
While the lights from the Christmas
Tree blow up the telly
His face closes in like an old cold pork chop
And the carcass of the beast
Left over from the feast
May still be found haunting the kitchen
And there's life in it yet
We may live to regret when the ones that we
Poisoned stop twitchin'
There'll be laughter and tears
Over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
Cause it's all we've got left as
They draw their last breath
Ah, it's nice for the kids
As you finally get rid of them (rid of them)
In the Saint Stephen's Day Murders
Name it was Christmas
And one was named Dawn of course
The other one was named Eve
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
The good will that lasts till
The Feast of Saint Stephen
For that is the time to eat, drink
And be merry till the beer is all spilled
And the whiskey has flowed
And the whole family tree
You neglected to bury
Are feeding their faces until they explode
There'll be laughter and tears
Over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
Cause it's all we've got left as
They draw their last breath
Ah, it's nice for the kids
As you finally get rid of them
In the Saint Stephen's Day Murders
Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air
While the babe in his arms pulls out
All that remains of his hair
And we're not drunk enough
Yet to dare criticize
The great big kipper tie
He's about to baptize
With his gin-flavoured whiskers and
Kisses of sherry
His best Crimble shirt slung
Out over the shop
While the lights from the Christmas
Tree blow up the telly
His face closes in like an old cold pork chop
And the carcass of the beast
Left over from the feast
May still be found haunting the kitchen
And there's life in it yet
We may live to regret when the ones that we
Poisoned stop twitchin'
There'll be laughter and tears
Over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
Cause it's all we've got left as
They draw their last breath
Ah, it's nice for the kids
As you finally get rid of them (rid of them)
In the Saint Stephen's Day Murders