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 |