| Her blood is our blood too, I know. | |
| And I feel all of it too, and 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. | |
| And I feel all of it too, and you know, and you know. | |
| Her blood is our blood too, and I know. | |
| I feel all of it too, and you know. | |
| And 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, and I know. | |
| And I feel all of it too, and you know. | |
| Her blood is our blood too, and I know. | |
| And I feel all of it too. | |
| Her blood is our blood too, I know. |