Our Family Tree

Honor the mother, honor the father
Honor Irene, the Revolution's Daughter
To prove our people fought in all the right battles
But what can you tell me about our morals?

God is my judge
A seer and a dreamer
My neck in the lion's mouth
Who will be my redeemer?
A wall of infinite trials
A child my confessor
But what does it matter
In the court of Nebuchadnezzar?

Alas, Babylon
Alas, Babylon
Alas, Babylon...

If you
If you gave me
If you gave me an axe
I would
I would cut down
I would cut down every branch of our family tree
Burn the wood, watch the smoke float away