Family Tree

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 But I love them