Frank Black - The Holiday Song lyrics

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...