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