Letra da Música Family Tree de Alcoa

I've got the hands of a carpenter
And I get them from my grandfather
But what I build just gets torn down, or I burn it to the ground
I've been putting out fires I light since I can't remember
To light my way home I carry torches and burdens
I've got the heart of an operator
And I get it from my grandmother
I'm always patching lines so no on starts forgetting about me
And it seems that I don't without lying
Cheating, or complaining
To light my way home I carry torches and burdens

I've got a past filled with lovers, skeletons under covers
They're never sleeping, always leave in the morning
So I'll burn that history with a song for the dead and buried
I've got a claim on a casket, a hole in the ground
That keeps my friends worried
And my head is train wreck, derailed and off track

My mother is a car crash, that's where I get it
I swear like a sailor, sew my mouth like a tailor
I've got a bad, bad temper and it's all from my father
But I love them