Bm                         A          D
I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas,
    A            B                    Bm    A             D         F#
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve.
  Bm                     A          D
I wonder if they grew up hating the season,
    A              Bm            A            D
The good will that lasts til the Feast of St. Stephen
    D           Bm           A             D
For that is the time to eat, drink, and be merry,
        G           D               A           D
Til the beer is all spilled and the whiskey has flowed.
        D            Bm         A          D
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury,
    G             D        Em       F#
Are feeding their faces until they explode.

[Chorus]
            Bm           A          G      A
There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias,
      D           Bm               A
Mixed up with that drink made from girders.
           Bm            A           G                A
Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath,
         D            A            G           Bm
Ah, it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them,
G          D            A  D
In the St Stephen's Day Murders.


[Verse 2]
Bm                  A              D
Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air,
          A           B                  Bm     A            D         F#
While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair.
         Bm                       A         D
And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticize,
          A          Bm        A          D
The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize.
         D            Bm            A          D
With his gin-flavored whiskers and kisses of sherry,
     G           D               A        D
His best Chrimbo shirt slung out over the shop.
          D               Bm              A           D
While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly,
    G           D          Em            F#
His face closes in like an old cold pork chop.

[Chorus 2]
        Bm             A          G             A
And the carcass of the beast left over from the feast,
     D             Bm           A
May still be found haunting the kitchen.
            Bm         A           G        A
And there's life in it yet, we may live to regret,
         D           Bm             A
When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin'.

[Chorus 1]
            Bm           A          G       A
There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias,
      D            Bm              A
Mixed up with that drink made from girders.
           Bm            A            G               A
Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath,
         D            A            G           Bm
Ah, it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them,(RID OF THEM!)
G          D            A   D
In the St Stephen's Day Murders.