1936 Lyrics - Phox - Phox

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