The Fall - No Xmas For John Quays lyrics
[The Fall - No Xmas For John Quays lyrics]
No Christmas for John Quays
Come on get a bit of fucking guts into it
What what
Well the powders reach you
And the powders teach you
But when you find they can't reach you
There is no Christmas for junky
He thinks he is more interesting
Than the world
Ah but buying cigs puts him in a whirl
I'll have a packet of three-five fives
Will you fucking put the monitors
On for Christ's sake?
I'll have a packet of three-five fives
I'll have 20 of those over there
I'll have 20 No6 for a headache
And I've had enough right there, stop
(Why is this)
He spit's in the sky it falls in his eye
And then he gets to sitting
Talking to his kitten
Talking about Frankie Lymon
Tell me why is it so? Tell me why is it so?
Why did the sky break today?
Why did this happen today?
He goes out of his face with the Idle Race
He goes out of the room with this tune
Although the skins are thin
He knows it's up to him to go out or stay in
I'll stay in i'll stay in
Have a break
You, me x-Mas
X-Mas
Well the powders reach you
And the powders teach you
But when you find they can't reach you
There is no Christmas for junky
There is no girls there is no curls
Just the traffic passing by
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Open the room, there's a cloud of smoke
Will you fucking get it together
Instead of showing off?
Give me one give me B
Give me three give me D
No X mas for John Quays
Come on get a bit of fucking guts into it
What what
Well the powders reach you
And the powders teach you
But when you find they can't reach you
There is no Christmas for junky
He thinks he is more interesting
Than the world
Ah but buying cigs puts him in a whirl
I'll have a packet of three-five fives
Will you fucking put the monitors
On for Christ's sake?
I'll have a packet of three-five fives
I'll have 20 of those over there
I'll have 20 No6 for a headache
And I've had enough right there, stop
(Why is this)
He spit's in the sky it falls in his eye
And then he gets to sitting
Talking to his kitten
Talking about Frankie Lymon
Tell me why is it so? Tell me why is it so?
Why did the sky break today?
Why did this happen today?
He goes out of his face with the Idle Race
He goes out of the room with this tune
Although the skins are thin
He knows it's up to him to go out or stay in
I'll stay in i'll stay in
Have a break
You, me x-Mas
X-Mas
Well the powders reach you
And the powders teach you
But when you find they can't reach you
There is no Christmas for junky
There is no girls there is no curls
Just the traffic passing by
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Open the room, there's a cloud of smoke
Will you fucking get it together
Instead of showing off?
Give me one give me B
Give me three give me D
No X mas for John Quays