The Holiday Song

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Frank Black - Electronic, Rock

The Holiday Song

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Lyrics

[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 [Chorus] This ain't no holiday, no no But it always turns out this way Here I am with my hand [Chorus] This ain't no holiday, no no But it always turns out this way Here I am With my hand

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Credits

Writers
  • Frank Black