The St Stephens Day Murders Songtext / Lyric

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