letra de the holiday song - frank black
[verse 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, and
[chorus]
this ain’t no holiday, no no no no
but it always turns out this way
here i am with my hand
[verse 2]
well, he took his sister from his head
and then painted her on the sheets
and he rolled her up in gr-ss and trees
and they kissed ’till they were dead, yeah
[chorus]
this ain’t no holiday, no no no no
but it always turns out this way
here i am with my hand
[verse 1]
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, yeah
[chorus]
this ain’t no holiday, no no
but it always turns out this way
here i am with my hand
[chorus]
this ain’t no holiday, no no
but it always turns out this way
here i am
with my hand
letras aleatórias
- rey leon › letra de el rey - rey león
- keizer › letra de keizer, koning, admiraal - keizer
- aguywhotalks › letra de gray to red - aguywhotalks
- mick jenkins › letra de peg cuffs & pocket tees - mick jenkins
- boyboy › letra de u - boyboy
- t hof van commerce › letra de wupperbol - 't hof van commerce
- luz › letra de a dónde va nuestro amor - luz
- the chefs › letra de poppin bottles of pagne' - the chefs
- fondo flamenco › letra de hielo en mi whisky - fondo flamenco
- kendrick lamar › letra de a milli (freestyle) - kendrick lamar