| Her blood is our blood, too, | |
| I know And I feel all of it, too, you know | |
| You know 1936 breathing | |
| Garnet her stone, ever gleaming | |
| And Edith's hope is 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 |