Paroles de No X-mas For John Quays

The x in x-mas is a substitute crucifix for Christ No Christmas for John Quays The powders reach 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 But buying cigs Puts him in a whirl A packet of three-five fives 555 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 Then 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 his face with The Idle Race 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 curls Just the traffic passing by Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye 1,2,3,4