Fall - No Xmas For John Quays (Peel Session) Lyrics
No Christmas for John QuaysCome on get a bit of *****ing guts into itWhat whatWell the powders reach youAnd the powders teach youBut when you find they can't reach youThere is no Christmas for junkyHe thinks he isMore interestingThan the worldAh but five fagsPuts him in a whirlI'll have a packet of three-five fivesYou *****ing [full of money] or something for Christ's sake?I'll have a packet of three-five fivesI'll have 20 of those over thereI'll have 20 No.6 for a headacheAnd I've had enough right there, stop(Why is this)Ah Ah Ah Ah AhHe spits in the skyIt falls in his eyeAnd then he gets to sittingTalking to his kittenTalking about Frankie LymonTell 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 RaceHe gets out of the room with this tuneAlthough the skins are thinHe knows its up to himTo go out or stay inI'll stay inI'll stay inHave a breakYouMeX-MasX-MasWell the powders reach youAnd the powders teach youBut when you find they can't reach youThere is no Christmas for junkyThere is no girlsJust the traffic passing byBye bye bye bye bye bye bye byeOpen the room, there's a cloud of smokeWill you *****ing get it together instead of showing off?Give me oneGive me BGive me threeGive me DNo X-mas for John Quays
