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, cuz 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