Her blood is our blood too, I know
I feel all of it too, you know
1936 breathing
garnet her stone, ever gleaming
Edith's hope was for love but she doesn't hear of her grandchildren grieving, no
Eldest raised by Al Ringling, spirit granted from Sing Sing
All of her heart is for drugs and she doesn't care that everyone is leaving
Her blood is our blood too, I know
I feel all of it too, you know
Her blood is our blood too, I know
I feel all of it too, you know
Halfway in the hour, toward the mid of the night
we met our hands, despite our wicked fight
and we will sort our way around
this awful mess that all our genes have thrown around
Her blood is our blood too, I know
I feel all of it too, you know