st stephen's day murders
(paddy moloney/elvis costello)
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,
Of the good will that lasts Ã¢â‚¬Ëœtil the feast of st. stephen
For that is the time to eat, drink, and be merry,
'til 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.
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