Songs by The Fall – Annotated!
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The "x" in Xmas is a substitute crucifix for Christ One, two, one, two, three, fourNo Christmas for John QuaysNo Christmas for John QuaysNo Christmas for John QuaysNo Christmas for John QuaysWell, the powders reach you and the powders teach youAnd when you find they can't reach youThere is no Christmas for John QuaysHe thinks he is more interesting than the worldBut buying cigs puts him in a whirlA packet of three five fives555 A packet of those over thereAnd twenty special offer cigarsAnd twenty special offer cigarsFound talking to the cigarette machineInto nicotinic acidGood King Wenceslas looked outSilly bugger, he fell out He spits in the skyIt falls in his eyeAnd then he gets to sit inTalking to his kittenAnd talking about Frankie Lymon Tell me why is it so?Tell me why is it so?Out of his face with The Idle Race Out of the room with this tuneAlthough the skins are thinHe knows it's up to himTo go out or stay inOh, I'll stay inI'll stay inI'll stay inI'll stay inI'll stay inYou, me, Xmas, XmasWell the powders reach you, and the powders teach youAnd when you find that they can't reach youThere is no Christmas for John QuaysNo girlsNo curlsJust the traffic passing byBye bye bye bye bye bye byeBye bye bye Bye bye byeOne, two, three, fourNo Christmas for John QuaysNo Christmas for John QuaysNo Christmas for John QuaysNo Christmas for John Quays
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