Текст песни Holiday Song (live) - 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,
but
it
always
turns
out
this
way.
Here
I
am
with
my
hand...
He
took
his
sister
from
his
head,
And
impregnated
her
on
the
sheets.
And
they
rolled
her
up
in
grass
and
trees,
And
they
kissed
until
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
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
right
now,
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...
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