
Holiday Song (Live from The Fallout Shelter) Pixies
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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
[Chorus]
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
[Verse 2]
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 'till they were dead
[Chorus]
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
[Verse 1]
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
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 2]
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 'till they were dead
[Chorus]
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
[Verse 1]
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
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