Текст песни Holiday Song - Live from Brixton Academy, London. June 4th, 2004 - Pixies
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
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
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, 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
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