Holiday Song کے بول

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