Bury Your Dead - Mother Night lyrics

When you call that orphanage home You've settled for one step above "alone" Inside you, I think it's well known There's a fight strong enough to draw and quarter your soul So let go The irony of your foster home isn't lost on me, and I'm not alone When you're out of the state When he's bruising your face Who's there to comfort you when you've lost your way? The poison apple doesn't fall far from the f**ing tree Assume the barrel is rotten, and so you pick up and leave How could you dig up your roots so f**ing easily? The poison apple doesn't fall far from the f**ing tree Assume the barrel is rotten, and so you pick up and leave How could you dig up your roots so f**ing easily? When you call that orphanage home You've settled for one step above "alone" Inside you, I think it's well known There's a fight strong enough to draw and quarter your soul The irony of your foster home isn't lost on me, and I'm not alone When you're out of the state When he's bruising your face Who's there to comfort you when you've lost your way? The poison apple doesn't fall far from the f**ing tree Assume the barrel is rotten, and so you pick up and leave How could you dig up your roots so f**ing easily?