Pixies
A, Am, C, D, E, Em, F, G
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.
Well he took his sister from his head and painted her on the sheets.
They rolled her up in grass and trees and they kissed until they were dead.
This ain't no holiday no, but it always turns out this way.