We all see the picture
That hangs in the frame,
Arms around each other
And smiles all the same
But can you see the husband
With a glint in his eye
Sliding his hand
Up a teenagers thigh,
Taking down the trousers
That conceal his wedding ring
And hoping his wife
Doesn’t suspect anything
A happy happy family
All branches of the same tree
We all see the picture
That’s in pride of place
A loving family in
A warm embrace
But can you see the wife
Almost in a coma
Whiskey and vomit
Her choice of aroma
Who can’t remember much
Of the last three days
And spends most of her time
In an alcohol fueled daze
A happy happy family
All branches of the same tree
We all see the picture
Hung by the fire
A bouquet of flowers
That will never expire
But can you see the daughter
The eldest of three
Straddled upon a
Strangers knee
A cocktail of drugs
She has in her system
She used to have morals
But somehow she’s missed them
Who smiles at the camera
And pretends to enjoy
Being passed around
Like a worthless toy
A happy happy family
All branches of the same tree
We all see the picture
That hangs on the wall
Viewed by so many
And envied by all
But can you see the son
The middle child
Hurting and bullying
And just running wild
Stealing pocket money
And making lives hell
Making others dread
The sound of last bell
Who wouldn’t think twice
Before eating your food
Then placing it back
In your hand once chewed
A happy happy family
All branches of the same tree
We all see the picture
That hangs there so proud
You would never have thought
That they ever have rowed
But can you see the youngest child
Hidden in her room
Enveloping herself in
Nothing but doom
With scars on the parts
Of her body she hides
They’re all over her arms
And on most of her thighs
But she cannot stop it
It makes her feel freed
Watching the slices as
They start to bleed
A happy happy family
All branches of the same tree
A tree that has roots
That are twisted and rotten
With secrets and lies
That cannot be forgotten
Who’s saps filled with poison
That eats at the skin
Rubbing so closely
With their next of kin
The inside is crawling
With maggots and worms
Scratch at the surface
It’ll make you squirm
A warped and twisted family
The broken branches of their tree
