"The Holiday Song" as written by and Charles Thompson....
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 turn 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, oh no
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 hand



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"The Holiday Song" as written by Charles Thompson

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    General CommentTo me this song is about the inevitability of the character to have strange (wicked/evil) sexual desires. The father represents his coscience, his judging side, and tells him, warns him that this is not the way to go. In the chorus finally the character concludes that he doesn't find these desires to be plesent, but that however, he can't stop them from coming, and accepting them (there he is with his hand). Great song!
    caronte23on July 20, 2011   Link

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