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Pixies - The Holiday Song Lyrics

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  • 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 aint 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 grass and trees
  • And they kissed till they were dead
  • This aint 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 aint no holiday
  • But it always turns out this way
  • Here I am, with my hand
  • This aint no holiday
  • But it always turns out this way
  • Here I am, with my hand

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