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