The family band plays the family key
Underneath the family tree
Where they're gathered round in apple baskets
It's hard to tell which ones are wombs
And which ones are caskets

As they're peeking up
Through the blades of grass
Like a newborn's cry with a smack on the ass
These walls aren't as close as they used to be
Get used to it, boy, that's what it's like to be free

What would be the death of us all
Family and friends
Is birthing such a sound
As we're packed into the ground
And rising once again

The family girl in the family way
Is gonna sing herself through the family day
Gathering songs in her bassinet
Perhaps a little more domestic
But no less passionate

What would be the death of us all
Family and friends
Is birthing such a sound
As we're packed into the ground
And rising once again