The Holiday Song
Pixies
[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
Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 1987, titled "The Holiday Song", by artist "Pixies".