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| Lyrics > T > The Pixies > The Holiday Song | 0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z | |
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| The Pixies - 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 then painted her on the sheets And then rolled her up in grass and trees And they kissed 'till they were dead http://www.free-lyrics.org 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 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 View more The Pixies Song Lyrics: The Pixies - Velvety Instrumental Version Lyrics The Pixies - Head on (Jesus and Mary Chain) Lyrics The Pixies - Theme From NARC Lyrics The Pixies - Ana Lyrics The Pixies - Break My Body Lyrics The Pixies - All over the world Lyrics The Pixies - Is she weird Lyrics The Pixies - Planet of Sound Lyrics The Pixies - River Euphrates Lyrics The Pixies - There goes my gun Lyrics |
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