1936

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