Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Holiday Song , by - Pixies. Song from the album Wave of Mutilation: Best of Pixies, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 02.05.2004
Record label: 4AD
Song language: English
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 |