paroles de chanson Bad Apple - Mary Kutter

Grandma Daisy raised a reverend
Uncle Dale sold people Heaven
All my cousins set the bar at perfection

Mama never swears or takes a drink
Daddy's American Dream don't ever sleep
Brother stared down the barrel of the devil in the Middle East
Kinda hard to fit in these genes

These roots are running deep, but run from me
Fell far, from my last name
That legacy is bittersweet
And I'm liking the way that it tastes
Neck and neck with blood and flesh
If finding my own way is called a sin
Then, well, I guess
There's a bad apple in the family tree

As I grew up, I let 'em down
I tried to find some common ground
But couldn't candy coat what's cutting at my core
Yeah, ever since the day I was born

These roots are running deep, but run from me
Fell far from my last name
That legacy is bittersweet
And I'm liking the way that it tastes
Neck and neck with blood and flesh
If finding my own way is called a sin
Then, well, I guess
There's a bad apple in the family tree

(Bad apple), I'm just a (bad apple)
I fell far, fell apart, 'cause underneath

These roots are running deep, but run from me
Fell far from my last name
That legacy is bittersweet
And I'm liking the way that it tastes
Neck and neck with blood and flesh
If finding my own way is called a sin
Then, well, I guess
There's a bad apple in the family tree