Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
Purchasable with gift card
name your price
about
The first ever Christmas track by the Breaking Kebabs
lyrics
Tommy have you been a good boy, good boy? Get yourself a brand new Christmas toy to see.
Cindy did you get the tinsel, tinsel? Do you want to put an angel on the tree?
Well its feeling a lot like summer time, crack open the beers and pour the wine.
Hang up the stockings, put out the milk and biscuits forget all the places Santa just wont visit.
Well baby, did you go and count your blessings that you come from the land where you're not kept guessing?
Baby did you get phone and charger? If it didn't work did you blame your father?
Well in this warm atmosphere I could stay for hours breathe the fresh air and smell the flowers. Watch Christmas specials of my favourite show, ignoring the places the rickety boats go.
Oh Tommy why don't you stop your complaining?
Your constant whining is really draining.
Play with your toys, and forget those flies.
Turn off the TV ignore those cries.
Cindy get your face in this family photo. Its taking so long, this cameras running in slow-mo. Just hold on a little longer keep on smiling
forget that Santa doesn't visit Christmas Island.
Take another look at what we've done they're chased from the wolves straight into a gun.
Asking for a hand given a fist, the unarmed, sick and broken terrorists.
Well does it sit well at night, at the back of your brain;
the little girl decorating her chains. Praying for a chance, waiting to see
a fat white man to come and set her free.
Santa have you heard I've been so patient, crossing off the days just waiting and waiting.
Been saying my prayers every single night, dreaming of a Christmas that isn't white
oh boy, I can hear you coming through. but you missed Wickham, Manus and Nauru.
Oh i'm begging you please, don't get so silent. Why don't you ever come to Christmas Island?
Merry Christmas, Baby Jesus
These wise men sing hallelujah. What did all those guards do to you?
Baby born inside a manger, children caged in constant danger.
Open gifts and cuddle by them, starve your self pray for asylum.
Santa please, stop messing with me; another torn out page of history.
This coal hearted hate spurted misery. I don't know where to look who to believe.
Oh Santa please stop messing with me; another torn out page of history.And watchful eyes get so violent. We're just begging for a little asylum.
credits
released December 22, 2015
Written by: Stavraki
Vocals & Guitar: Stavraki
Guitar: Matt King
Bass: George Tong
Drums: Hubert Tam
Tracked, Mixed, Mastered & Produced by Toby Peterson-Stewart of Tobias Gene Recordings.
Instruments tracked at Tobias Gene Recordings
Drums Tracked at Monash University
Combining crooned murder ballads with raw, angsty hard rock hooks, Melbourne's The Ugly Kings are a wrecking crew well worth watching. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 15, 2021
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020
Fuzzy Austin trio follow up their first album in 20 years, released in Spring 2015, with a stomping new EP of noisy rock & roll. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 26, 2016
Bouncy, urgent, raucous indie rock, anthemic yet unpredictable; this Oxford, U.K. trio sounds defiantly full of life. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2020
