Holiday

Well, sit right down my wicked son and let me tell you a story
About a 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 hands

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

This ain't no holiday!
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hands

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 hands