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, oh no But it always turns out this way (Here I am) Here I am, with my hand, yeah 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 'til they were dead They kissed 'til they were dead This ain't no holiday, oh no But it always turns out this way (Here I am) Here I am, with my hand, yeah 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) Here I am, with my hand, yeah With my hand, yeah This ain't no holiday, oh no But it always turns out this way (Here I am) Here I am, with my hand, yeah With my hand, yeah With my hand, yeah With my hand, yeah With my hand, yeah With my hand, yeah