Family Tree

Bop bop, bop bop

Bop bop, bop bop

Bop bop, oh oh oh

Care about the moonlight

And holding you tight

And asking my questions

Everyone loves a situation

Long walks on the beach

The press will impeach

Lately I'm finding

I am the book and you are the binding

I guess they'll read everything about you

Though the press might shoot me down I'm still true

I sell my book for free

That's what you do to me

Oh, you are my family tree

Be good to me

Take care of me

Bop bop, bop bop

Bop bop, bop bop

Bop bop, oh oh oh

There's hotels in the sea,

Trash in the sky,

The net-dustry's growing

Stick to love songs kid, that's all you're knowing

They push you away

Or tie you up

It don't really matter

But if your head is up you won't get much sadder

But who am I to preach a word or two

When I can't lift my own head without you?

If my mental state kept you from coming around

I hope the world would shoot me down for losing you

A broken branch I'd be if you weren't grown to me

Oh, you are my family tree

Be good to me

Be good to me

Be good to me

Take care of me

Bop bop, bop bop

Bop bop, bop bop

Bop bop, oh oh oh