No Xmas for John Quays - Live

No Christmas for John Quays
 Come on get a bit of fucking guts into it
 What what
 Well the powders reach you
 And the powders teach you
 But when you find they can't reach you
 There is no Christmas for junky
 He thinks he is
 More interesting
 Than the world
 Ah but buying fags
 Puts him in a whirl
 I'll have a packet of three-five fives
 Will you fucking put the monitors on for Christ's sake?
 I'll have a packet of three-five fives
 I'll have 20 of those over there
 I'll have 20 No.6 for a headache
 And I've had enough right there, stop
 (Why is this)
 Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
 He spits in the sky
 It falls in his eye
 And then he gets to sitting
 Talking to his kitten
 Talking about Frankie Lymon
 Tell me why is it so?
 Tell me why is it so?
 Why did the sky break today?
 Why did this happen today?
 He goes out of his face with the Idle Race
 He goes out of the room with this 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
 Have a break
 You
 Me
 X-Mas
 X-Mas
 Well the powders reach you
 And the powders teach you
 But when you find they can't reach you
 There is no Christmas for junky
 There is no girls
 There is no curls
 Just the traffic passing by
 Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
 Open the room, there's a cloud of smoke
 Will you fucking get it together instead of showing off?
 Give me one
 Give me B
 Give me three
 Give me D
 No X-mas for John Quays