Chopping Down the Family Tree by My Dad Is Dead Lyrics
[Verse 1] (x2)
Mother and daughters
Fathers and brothers
Bloodlines exist
To keep out all others
Strength to the family
Can be an illusion
Built on control
And based on delusion
[Chorus]
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopping down the family tree
And I write, write, write, write
Rewrite our history
Work, work, work, work
Work your fingers to the bone
And we are chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopping down the family tree
[Verse 2] (x2)
Give me an axe
And I'll start gridding
Our family ties
Are painfully blinding
Give me a pulpit
And I'll start preaching
Our family lies
Are so far-reaching
[Chorus]
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopping down the family tree
And I write, write, write, write
Rewrite our history
Work, work, work, work
Work your fingers to the bone
And we are chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopping down the family tree
[Verse 3] (x2)
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 this cycle
[Chorus]
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopping down the family tree
And I write, write, write, write
Rewrite our history
Work, work, work, work
Work your fingers to the bone
And we are chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopping down the family tree
Mother and daughters
Fathers and brothers
Bloodlines exist
To keep out all others
Strength to the family
Can be an illusion
Built on control
And based on delusion
[Chorus]
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopping down the family tree
And I write, write, write, write
Rewrite our history
Work, work, work, work
Work your fingers to the bone
And we are chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopping down the family tree
[Verse 2] (x2)
Give me an axe
And I'll start gridding
Our family ties
Are painfully blinding
Give me a pulpit
And I'll start preaching
Our family lies
Are so far-reaching
[Chorus]
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopping down the family tree
And I write, write, write, write
Rewrite our history
Work, work, work, work
Work your fingers to the bone
And we are chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopping down the family tree
[Verse 3] (x2)
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 this cycle
[Chorus]
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopping down the family tree
And I write, write, write, write
Rewrite our history
Work, work, work, work
Work your fingers to the bone
And we are chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopping down the family tree