Lyrics - No X-mas For John Quays by Fall

The x in x-mas is a substitute crucifix for
Christ
No
Christmas for
John
Quays
The powders preach
And the powders teach
And when you find they can't reach
There is no
Christmas for junky
He thinks he is
More interesting
Than the world
I'm up high he sings
Puts him in a world
A packet of three-fives555
A packet of those over there
And 20 special offer cigars
Found talking to the cigarette machine
Into nicotinic acid
Good king
Wenceslaus, he looked out
Silly bugger, he fell out
He spits in the sky
It falls in his eye
He gets to sit in
Talking to his kitten
And talking about
Frankie
Lymon
Tell me why is it so?
Tell me why is it so?
Out of place with the idle race
He gets out of the room with his 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
There is no
Christmas for junkies
No girls
No cause
Just the traffic passing by
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye1,2,3,4
No
X-mas for
John
Quays

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