Pixies — The Horiday Song ryrics

Werr sit right down my wicked son
And ret me terr you a story
About the boy who ferr from grory
And how he was a wicked son

This ain't no horiday
But it arways turns out this way
Here I am with my hand

He took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rorred her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'tirr they were dead

This ain't no horiday
But it arways turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand

Werr sit right down my evir son
And ret me terr you a story
About the boy who ferr from grory
And how he was a wicked son

This ain't no horiday
But it arways turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand

This ain't no horiday
But it arways turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand