Pixies - The Holiday Song lyrics

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Pixies - The Holiday Song lyrics

Well sit right down my wicked son And let me tell you a story About the boy who fell from glory And how he was a wicked son This ain't no holiday But it always turns out this way Here i am with my hand He took his sister from his head And then painted her on the sheets And then rolled her up in gra** and trees And they kissed 'till they were dead This ain't no holiday But it always turns out this way Here i am, with my hand Well sit right down my evil son And let me tell you a story About the boy who fell from glory And how he was a wicked son This ain't no holiday But it always turns out this way Here i am, with my hand This ain't no holiday But it always turns out this way Here i am, with my hand

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