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 impregnated her on the sheets.
And they rolled her up in gra** and trees,
And they kissed until 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 right now, 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...