My Dad Is Dead — Chopping Down The Family Tree

Mothers and daughters
Fathers and brothers
Bloodlines exist
To keep out all others
The strength of the family
Can be an illusion
When built on control
And based on collusion

Chop chop chop chop chopping down the family tree
We’ve got to write write write write rewrite our history
Work work work work work your fingers to the bone
Chop chop chop chop chopping down the family tree

Give me an ax
And I’ll start grinding
Because family ties
Are painfully binding
Give me a pulpit
And I’ll start preaching
Because family ties
Are so far reaching

Chop chop chop chop chopping down the family tree
We’ve got to write write write write rewrite our history
Work work work work work your fingers to the bone
Chop chop chop chop chopping down the family tree

Give me a cross
And I will carry it
Show me a feeling
And I will bury it
You’re not a god
And I’m no disciple
The time has come
To put an end to the cycle

Chop chop chop chop chopping down the family tree
We’ve got to write write write write rewrite our history
Work work work work work your fingers to the bone
Chop chop chop chop chopping down the family tree