Jonathan Cain

Mama felt the madness in her childhood
The police would come for grandpa
In a drunken rage
And grandma seemed so sad
In every picture I've found
Living with the family hand-me-downs
These memories still haunt my darkest feelings
The passion and the poison
Deep inside of me
But I'll carry on with the love that they gave
Leave behind the scars that were made
An apple doesn't fall far from a tree
As generations roll on
A blessing or a curse
We have no say about
Living with our family hand-me-downs
Decisions we're making
'Bout children we're raising
The Life that we're shaping
Depends on the way that we love
Don't be your daddy
Stop being your mama
They don't need the drama
The children have all had enough
An apple doesn't fall far from a tree
As generations roll on
A blessing or a curse
We have no say about
Living with our family hand-me-downs