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The Holiday Song lyrics
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 turn 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 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 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, oh no
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
Part of these releases
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- Track 5 on Minotaur
- 4 Ed Is Dead
- 6 Nimrod's Son
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- Track 2 on The Purple Tape
- 1 Levitate Me
- 3 I've Been Tired
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- Track 5 on Come On Pilgrim
- 4 Ed Is Dead
- 6 Nimrod's Son
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- Track 19 on Surfer Rosa / Come On Pilgrim
- 18 Ed Is Dead
- 20 Nimrod's Son
- 20 I've Been Tired
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- Track 2 on Debaser: Live
- 1 Debaser
- 3 Cactus
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