The Holiday Song Frank Black
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[Verse 1]
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, and
[Chorus]
This ain't no holiday, no no no no
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
[Verse 2]
Well, he took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And he rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'till they were dead, yeah
[Chorus]
This ain't no holiday, no no no no
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
[Verse 1]
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, yeah
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, and
[Chorus]
This ain't no holiday, no no no no
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
[Verse 2]
Well, he took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And he rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'till they were dead, yeah
[Chorus]
This ain't no holiday, no no no no
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
[Verse 1]
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, yeah
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