Testo di 1936

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