They left angels singing
In branches of a burning tree
Said it was all a game
And your daddy got bent and twisted
In the bed that he made
You'll end up the same

He went down, down, down
He went down, down, down in the sugar and the corn
He went down, down, down
He went down, down, down where the fire is born

Old man living on the cheap cigarettes, cherry pie, and apple wine
He died in the house where his daddy died
He died in the house where your daddy died

The AM cracking, the coming storms
The economy and crime
The grey brain matter swelled up tight
A free man's doing time this time

They left the angels singing
In branches of a burning tree
Said it was all a game
And your daddy got bent and twisted
In the bed that he made
You'll end up the same

You went down, down, down
You went down, down, down in the sugar and the corn
You're going down, down, down
You're going down, down, down where the fire is born

Down, down, down
You're going down, down, down in the sugar and the corn
Down, down, down
You're going down, down, down where the fire is born

An eye for an eye to fight fire with fire
It was hard to take sides, we were all burning alive

And my branches are waiting for you like arms
And my branches are waiting for you
And my branches are waiting for you like arms
And my branches are waiting for you
And my branches are waiting for you like arms
And my branches are waiting for you

Does the night time hold you tight?
Is your heart like a pound of steel?
Will the darkness kill the light
Closer to the bottom of a turn in?

Does the night time hold you tight?
Is your heart like a pound of steel?
Will the darkness kill the light
Closer to the bottom of a turn in?

Does the night time hold you tight?
Is your heart like a pound of steel?
Will the darkness kill the light
Closer to the bottom of a turn in?

Down, down, down
You're going down, down, down in the sugar and the corn
Down, down, down
You're going down, down, down where the fire is born

Down, down, down
You're going down, down, down in the sugar and the corn
Down, down, down
You're going down, down, down where the fire is born

And my branches are waiting for you like arms
And my branches are waiting for you

And my branches are waiting for you like arms
My branches are waiting for you

And my branches are waiting for you like arms
My branches are waiting for you

And my branches are waiting for you like arms
And my branches are waiting for you


Lyrics submitted by monroeet, edited by Mellow_Harsher

In the Branches (Builders and the Butchers cover) song meanings
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