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No Xmas for John Quays - The Fall
No Christmas for John Quays
No Christmas for John Quays
No Christmas for John Quays
No Christmas for John Quays
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 fags
Puts him in a whirl
I'll have a packet of three-five fives
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
He spits 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
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 its up to him
To go out or stay in
I'll stay in
I'll stay in
You
Me
X-Mas
X-Mas
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
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
No X-mas for John Quays
No X-mas for John Quays
No X-mas for John Quays
No X-mas for John Quays
