Mother Night - Bury Your Dead

When you call that orphanage home

You’ve settled for one step above «alone»

Inside you, I think it’s well known

There’s a fight strong enough to draw and quarter your soul

So let go

The irony of your foster home isn’t lost on me, and I’m not alone

When you’re out of the state

When he’s bruising your face

Who’s there to comfort you when you’ve lost your way?

The poison apple doesn’t fall far from the fucking tree

Assume the barrel is rotten, and so you pick up and leave

How could you dig up your roots so fucking easily?

The poison apple doesn’t fall far from the fucking tree

Assume the barrel is rotten, and so you pick up and leave

How could you dig up your roots so fucking easily?

When you call that orphanage home

You’ve settled for one step above «alone»

Inside you, I think it’s well known

There’s a fight strong enough to draw and quarter your soul

The irony of your foster home isn’t lost on me, and I’m not alone

When you’re out of the state

When he’s bruising your face

Who’s there to comfort you when you’ve lost your way?

The poison apple doesn’t fall far from the fucking tree

Assume the barrel is rotten, and so you pick up and leave

How could you dig up your roots so fucking easily?