well sit right down my wicked son and let me tell u a story
about the boy who fell from glory
and how he was a wicked son

this aint 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 aint 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 u a story
about the boy who fell from glory
and how he was a wicked son

this aint no holiday
but it always turns out this way
here i am with my hand

this aint no holiday
but it always turns out this way
here i am with my hand


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Holiday Song song meanings
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