Fall - No X-mas For John Quays lyrics

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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-fives

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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 bye

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No X-mas for John Quays