Lyrics The Holiday Song - Pixies

The Holiday Song

WELL SIT RIGHT DOWN MY WICKED SON AND LET ME TELL U 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 U 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