Mother Night

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 fucking tree
 Assume the barrel is rotten and so you pick up and leave
 How could you dig up your roots so fucking easily?
 The poison apple doesn't fall far from the fucking tree
 Assume the barrel is rotten and so you pick up and leave
 How could you dig up your roots so fucking 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 fucking tree
 Assume the barrel is rotten and so you pick up and leave
 How could you dig up your roots so fucking easily?