The Family Band lyrics

The family band plays the family key Underneath the family tree Where they're gathered round in apple baskets It's hard to tell which ones are wombs And which ones are caskets As they're peeking up Through the blades of grass Like a newborn's cry with a smack on the ass These walls aren't as close as they used to be Get used to it, boy, that's what it's like to be free What would be the death of us all Family and friends Is birthing such a sound As we're packed into the ground And rising once again The family girl in the family way Is gonna sing herself through the family day Gathering songs in her bassinet Perhaps a little more domestic But no less passionate What would be the death of us all Family and friends Is birthing such a sound As we're packed into the ground And rising once again