The Fall Lyrics
The Fall Lyrics
"NO XMAS FOR JOHN QUAYS Lyrics"
I'm Your Boogieman Lyrics
I'm your boogieman That's what I am I'm here to do whatever I can Be it early mornin', late afternoon Or at midnight, it's never too soon To wanna please you To wanna please you
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 p
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 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 tea
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
I'm your boogieman That's what I am I'm here to do whatever I can Be it early mornin', late afternoon Or at midnight, it's never too soon To wanna please you To wanna please you
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 p
A Place For Grief Lyrics
Walls bleed pictures bend their fractured frames Features on canvas torn Burning mirror breaking down to sand Free from jails of form The black water future I see So hard to drain The sm
ut the monitors on for Christ's sake?Walls bleed pictures bend their fractured frames Features on canvas torn Burning mirror breaking down to sand Free from jails of form The black water future I see So hard to drain The sm
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
Done In Our Name Lyrics
[based on "Done in our Name" by an unknown author] I should have known we'd killed him Tuesday morning. I woke up strangely buoyant, whisteling a song As when I bent
why is it so? [based on "Done in our Name" by an unknown author] I should have known we'd killed him Tuesday morning. I woke up strangely buoyant, whisteling a song As when I bent
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 tea
The End!! The End!! Lyrics
I'm a selfish fiend Yeah and I lust for me And I wanna see The world coming to an end Some call it blasphemy, others treachery But i've no, i've no pity The walls coming down In
ch you I'm a selfish fiend Yeah and I lust for me And I wanna see The world coming to an end Some call it blasphemy, others treachery But i've no, i've no pity The walls coming down In
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