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.