Letra de Holiday Song (Live from The Fallout Shelter, 1986)
And here, unbeknownst to them Where I'm goin' to bring them right up, right now Here are the PixiesWell, 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 But it always turns out this way Here I am with my handWell, he took his sister from his head And impregnated her on the sheets And they rolled her up in grass and trees And they kissed until they were deadThis ain't no holiday But 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 son, wellThis ain't no holiday, no, no But it always turns out this way Here I am with my hand