The Holiday Song Lyrics

Intro:
Riff 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 no, no
but it always turns out this way
here i am with my hands
Play Riff 1
Verse2:
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
REPEAT CHORUS
Play Riff 1
Verse 3:
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
REPEAT CHORUS
REPEAT CHORUS
Play Riff 1
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