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Ststephens Day Murders chords

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Dm                          C             F
I once knew two sisters whose name it was Christmas
                   Dm                       C             F
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve
   Dm                     C          F
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
Of the good will that lasts ‘til the feast of St. Stephen

      F                        C            F
For that is the time to eat, drink, and be merry
          C            F               C           F
'Til the beer is all spilled and the whiskey has flowed
          F                       C         F
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury
     C             F       C           Dm
Are feeding their faces until they explode

             Dm           C          F      C
There'll be laughter and tears over tia marias
        F                              C 
Washed down with that drink made from girders
            Dm             C             Dm              C
‘Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
          Dm           C            Dm          F
And it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them
Bb                        C   F
In the St. Stephen's Day murders

Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air
While the 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

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

         Dm             C         F              C
And the carcass of the beast left over from the feast
      F             C
May still be found haunting the kitchen
             Dm         C           Dm         C
And there's life in it yet, we may live to regret
         F                            C
When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin'


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