Chris Dearborn - Bitter Harvest Lyrics

I saw Grandpa smoking marijuana out behind the old barn in the field
Last week I saw Grandma buying cocaine
And Cousin Lil bought in on the deal

Uncle Billy sells illegal firearms, laughs at the laws ineptitude
Aunt Virginia's trolling out on main street
She walks around the clock tower in the nude

Brother John, he's an alcoholic with bleary dreams and gin induced ideals
Sister Mary checked out of the convent
She always said she didn't like to kneel

Ma and Pa were busted in Chicago, bootlegging the Beatles was their crime
They used to make that moonshine in Kentucky
They ran out of luck and now they're doing time

Oh I know my family is forsaken, it's the bitter harvest from the seeds we've sown
Somehow from the darkness I have taken
A little bit of each of them back home
A little bit of each of them back home
A little bit of each of them back home