Lyrics The Trains Don't Run (It's Christmas Day) - Los Campesinos!

The Trains Don't Run (It's Christmas Day)

Before the ice gritters but after the drunks
I tiptoe down the stairs to fill the stockings up
Believe me when I say «I wouldn’t have it any other way»
White snow, may turn to grey
But Christmas sky is blue, if us is me and you
Unwrapping your gifts down a Motorola on pre-pay
Because the trains don’t run, not on Christmas day
We sit in paper hats, our stomachs gorged
We vow to get drunk before we get bored