Letra de Holiday Song (Live from Brixton Academy, London. June 4th, 2004)
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 sonThis ain't no holiday It always turns out this way Here I am with my handWell, he took his sister from his head And then painted her on the sheet And he rolled her up in grass and trees And they kissed 'til they were deadThis ain't no holiday It always turns out this way Here I am with my handWell, 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 sonThis ain't no holiday, no, no! It always turns out this way Here I am with my handThis ain't no holiday It always turns out this way Here I am with my hand