The Family Tree

We don't bring home the dead As strange as it may seem Well lately they've been real condescending They don't wanna believe in An industry of blame Or solitude in shame It's not the same Well of all the stains there is one that never leaves When a fever sets and then spreads into our brains Give us drugs to numb the pain And of all the residents Someone crawled into my window Decides to lay down plans Did not discriminate or hesitate Well of all the stains there is one that never leaves When a fever sets and then spreads into our brains Give us drugs to numb the pain, yeah