מילים לשיר The Holiday Song – Pixies

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