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The Holiday SongWell, sit right down, my wicked sonAnd 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 grass 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 |