1936 - PHOX

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

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

Then we will sort our way around

This awful mess that all our genes has thrown around

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