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    Elvis Costello / Lyrics

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    "St Stephen's Day Murders" Lyrics

    Elvis Costello feat. The Chieftains

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    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
    That good will that lasts 'till the Feast of St. Stephen

    And that is the time to eat, drink and be merry
    Till the beer is all spilled and the whiskey has 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 Maria's
    Mixed up with that drink made from girders
    'Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
    Ah, 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 that 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

    With his gin flavored whiskers and kisses of sherry
    His best Chrimbo 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 Maria's
    Mixed up with that drink made from girders
    'Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
    Ah, it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them, rid of them
    In the St Stephen's Day Murders
    This song was submitted on November 9th, 2012 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Elvis Costello, Paddy Moloney.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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