Pixies - The Holiday Song lyrics
Pixies [Black Francis, Joey Santiago, David Lovering, Emma Richardson] Boston, Massachusetts, U.S 🇺🇸
[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 he rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'til 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 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, no, no
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
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 he rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'til 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 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, no, no
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