Family Tree

I've got the hands of a carpenter and I get them from my grandfather.

But what I build just gets torn down, or I burn it to the ground.

I've been putting out fires I light since I can't remember.

To light my way home I carry torches and burdens

I've got the heart of an operator and I get it from my grandmother.

I'm always patching lines so no on starts forgetting about me.

And it seems that I don't without lying, cheating, or complaining.

To light my way home I carry torches and burdens.

I've got a past filled with lovers, skeletons under covers.

They're never sleeping, always leave in the morning

So I'll burn that history with a song for the dead and buried.

I've got a claim on a casket, a hole in the ground

That keeps my friends worried.

And my head is train wreck, derailed and off track

My mother is a car crash, that's where I get it.

I swear like a sailor, sew my mouth like a tailor.

I've got a bad, bad temper and it's all from my father

But I love them