Pixies — The Holiday Song
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The Holiday Song Pixies02:15
Текст песни: The Holiday Song
[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 [Chorus] This ain't no holiday But it always turns out this way Here I am with my hand [Verse 2] He took his sister from his head And then painted her on the sheets And then he rolled her up in grass and trees And they kissed 'till they were dead [Chorus] This ain't no holiday But it always turns out this way Here I am with my hand [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] This ain't no holiday, no 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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