The Holiday Song (Live from Le Transbordeur, Lyon, France. May 27th, 1991) Pixies

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[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand

[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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