paroles de chanson The Holiday Song (Live from Fine Line Music Cafe, Minneapolis, MN. April 13th, 2004) - 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
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

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

Well, sit right down, my evil son, 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
It always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand

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

Pixies