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I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas
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I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas<br>
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve
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And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve<br>
 
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I wonder if they grew up hating the season<br>
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
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Of the good will that lasts till the Feast of St. Stephen<br>
 
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Of the good will that lasts till the Feast of St. Stephen
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For that is the time to eat, drink and be merry<br>
 
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'Til the beer is all spilled and the whiskey is flowed<br>
 
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And the whole family tree you neglected to bury<br>
 
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Are feeding their faces until they explode<br>
For that is the time to eat, drink and be merry
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There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias<br>
'Til the beer is all spilled and the whiskey is flowed
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Mixed up with that drink made from girders<br>
 
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And it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath<br>
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury
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And it's nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them<br>
 
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In the St Stephen's Day Murders<br>
Are feeding their faces until they explode
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<br>
 
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Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air<br>
 
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While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair<br>
 
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And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticize<br>
There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
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The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize<br>
 
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<br>
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
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His gin-flavoured whispers and kisses of sherry<br>
 
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His best crimble shirt slung out over the shop<br>
And it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
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While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly<br>
 
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His face closes in like an old cold pork chop<br>
And it's nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them
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<br>
 
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And the carcass of the beast left over from the feast<br>
In the St Stephen's Day Murders
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May still be found haunting the kitchen<br>
 
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And there's life in it yet we may live to regret<br>
 
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When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin'<br>
 
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<br>
Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air
+
There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias<br>
 
+
Mixed up with that drink made from girders<br>
While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
+
And it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath<br>
 
+
And it's nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them (rid of them!)<br>
And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticize
+
In the St Stephen's Day Murders<br>
 
+
The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize
+
 
+
 
+
 
+
His gin-flavoured whispers and kisses of sherry
+
 
+
His best crimble shirt slung out over the shop
+
 
+
While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly
+
 
+
His face closes in like an old cold pork chop
+
 
+
 
+
 
+
And the carcass of the beast left over from the feast
+
 
+
May still be found haunting the kitchen
+
 
+
And there's life in it yet we may live to regret
+
 
+
When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin'
+
 
+
 
+
 
+
There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
+
 
+
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
+
 
+
And it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
+
 
+
And it's nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them (rid of them!)
+
 
+
In the St Stephen's Day Murders
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Revision as of 10:35, 20 May 2009

lyrics for
St Stephen's Day Murders

I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
Of the good will that lasts till the Feast of St. Stephen

For that is the time to eat, drink and be merry
'Til the beer is all spilled and the whiskey is flowed
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury
Are feeding their faces until they explode

There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
And it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
And it's nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them
In the St Stephen's Day Murders

Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air
While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticize
The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize

His gin-flavoured whispers and kisses of sherry
His best crimble shirt slung out over the shop
While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly
His face closes in like an old cold pork chop

And the carcass of the beast left over from the feast
May still be found haunting the kitchen
And there's life in it yet we may live to regret
When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin'

There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
And it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
And it's nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them (rid of them!)
In the St Stephen's Day Murders