The St Stephen's Day Murders
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๐ Lyrics
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
The good will that lasts till the Feast of Saint Stephen
For 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 Marias
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 Saint Stephen's Day Murders
Uncle is garglin' a heart-breakin' air
While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticise
The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize
His gin-flavoured whiskers 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 that remains 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
'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 Saint Stephen's Day Murders
There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
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 Saint Stephen's Day Murders
And one was named Dawn, of course the other one was named Eve
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
The good will that lasts till the Feast of Saint Stephen
For 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 Marias
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 Saint Stephen's Day Murders
Uncle is garglin' a heart-breakin' air
While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticise
The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize
His gin-flavoured whiskers 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 that remains 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
'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 Saint Stephen's Day Murders
There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
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 Saint Stephen's Day Murders
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:36.48] I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas
[00:40.46] And one was named Dawn, of course the other one was named Eve
[00:48.42] I wonder if they grew up hating the season
[00:52.73] The good will that lasts till the Feast of Saint Stephen
[00:57.14] For that is the time to eat, drink and be merry
[01:00.85] Till the beer is all spilled and the whiskey has flowed
[01:04.34] And the whole family tree you neglected to bury
[01:07.87] Are feeding their faces until they explode
[01:11.35] There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
[01:14.78] Mixed up with that drink made from girders
[01:18.13] 'Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
[01:21.77] Ah, it's nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them
[01:25.97] In the Saint Stephen's Day Murders
[01:46.26] Uncle is garglin' a heart-breakin' air
[01:50.15] While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
[01:57.96] And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticise
[02:02.53] The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize
[02:07.16] His gin-flavoured whiskers and kisses of sherry
[02:10.64] His best Crimble shirt slung out over the shop
[02:14.15] While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly
[02:17.64] His face closes in like an old, cold pork chop
[02:21.15] And the carcass of the beast that remains from the feast
[02:24.38] May still be found haunting the kitchen
[02:27.97] And there's life in it yet, we may live to regret
[02:31.54] When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin'
[02:35.04] There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
[02:38.69] Mixed up with that drink made from girders
[02:41.95] 'Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
[02:45.35] Ah, it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them
[02:49.77] In the Saint Stephen's Day Murders
[02:53.12] There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
[02:56.21] Mixed up with that drink made from girders
[02:59.53] 'Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
[03:03.24] Ah, it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them
[03:07.45] In the Saint Stephen's Day Murders
[03:37.63]
[00:40.46] And one was named Dawn, of course the other one was named Eve
[00:48.42] I wonder if they grew up hating the season
[00:52.73] The good will that lasts till the Feast of Saint Stephen
[00:57.14] For that is the time to eat, drink and be merry
[01:00.85] Till the beer is all spilled and the whiskey has flowed
[01:04.34] And the whole family tree you neglected to bury
[01:07.87] Are feeding their faces until they explode
[01:11.35] There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
[01:14.78] Mixed up with that drink made from girders
[01:18.13] 'Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
[01:21.77] Ah, it's nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them
[01:25.97] In the Saint Stephen's Day Murders
[01:46.26] Uncle is garglin' a heart-breakin' air
[01:50.15] While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
[01:57.96] And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticise
[02:02.53] The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize
[02:07.16] His gin-flavoured whiskers and kisses of sherry
[02:10.64] His best Crimble shirt slung out over the shop
[02:14.15] While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly
[02:17.64] His face closes in like an old, cold pork chop
[02:21.15] And the carcass of the beast that remains from the feast
[02:24.38] May still be found haunting the kitchen
[02:27.97] And there's life in it yet, we may live to regret
[02:31.54] When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin'
[02:35.04] There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
[02:38.69] Mixed up with that drink made from girders
[02:41.95] 'Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
[02:45.35] Ah, it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them
[02:49.77] In the Saint Stephen's Day Murders
[02:53.12] There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
[02:56.21] Mixed up with that drink made from girders
[02:59.53] 'Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
[03:03.24] Ah, it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them
[03:07.45] In the Saint Stephen's Day Murders
[03:37.63]