Fall No Xmas For John Quays
No Christmas for John Quays Come on get a bit of f..cking 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 five fags Puts him in a whirl I'll have a packet of three-five fives You f..cking [full of money] or something 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 No.6 for a headache And I've had enough right there, stop (Why is this) 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? Why did the sky break today? Why did this happen today? He gets out of his face with the Idle Race He gets 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 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 Just the traffic passing by Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye Open the room, there's a cloud of smoke Will you f..cking 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
