The Holiday Song
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 then painted her on the sheets And then rolled her up in grass and trees And they kissed 'till 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 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 hand10s 1990s 4ad 80s 80s alternative a fav All-Time Favorites alternative Alternative Punk alternative rock basics bitterness catchy crazy electric Energetic favoritas favorites favourite Favourite Songs fucking rock genius good Great Lyricists indie indie rock interesting junkin Like Love Misspent Youth most played on brighton buses nostalgic - 2001 winter Obsession overall top tracks perrapolaca pixie cd pixies Placebo post-punk punk rock seen live surf rock The Flaming Lips the pixies tracks tunes
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