Holiday Song Songtext
von Pixies

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

Well, he took his sister from his head, and then painted her on the sheet
And he rolled her up in grass and trees, and they kissed 'til they were dead


Hey! This ain′t no holiday, no, no!
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 ain't no holiday, no, no!
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand

This ain't no holiday, no, no!
It always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand