Family Tree - The Seasons

All around this town, they’re running from the morgue to the pharmacy

Sentimental goals, I’m doing it for the love, tenderly

Mama’s in the hall, you look just the same

Catch me when I fall

When I die, I will think of you Amy

Why am I stuck under my family tree?

When I die, I will think of you Amy

Why am I stuck under my family tree?

Somewhere in this town, a baby’s being born accidentally

Still glad to be alive, but planning to go back in there eventually

You should thank the neighbourhood for the memories

If you don’t then somebody should

When I die, I will think of you Amy

Why am I stuck under my family tree?

When I die, I will think of you Amy

Why am I stuck under my family tree?

Here’s the final word, this is the last resort

I wanna run for president but I’m too short

You’re bound to reproduce under my family tree

They say that you’re a slutty girl, well then let’s see

Them creepers—they judge me

Them breeders—they made me

Them cultures—harvest me

Believers—they plague me

When I die, I will think of you Amy

Why am I stuck under my family tree?

When I die, I will think of you Amy

Why am I stuck under my family tree?

I’m stuck under my family tree