[Verse 1] Boots sink deep in the backyard mud Moon’s just hanging Pale and bored Plastic flowers crack as I pass Names on stones like rusted chords Shovel hits bone Not rock “Wake up Dinner’s getting cold” Drag you home in a garbage bag Like I’m bringing back lost gold [Chorus] Welcome to the family reunion Pull up a chair from the underground I set your heads at the table Swear I hear you talking now Pass the salt to your empty hands Tell me you’re proud of me somehow Family reunion Six feet down And we’re catching up right now [Verse 2] Got your suit still stained from ‘83 Sit you straight with a busted grin Mom’s jaw drops Won’t stay on I tape it up so you can join in I pour red wine in your broken cup Watch it leak through your ribs and dress You stare back with those hollow eyes I fill the silence with my mess [Chorus] Welcome to the family reunion Pull up a chair from the underground I set your heads at the table Swear I hear you talking now Pass the salt to your empty hands Tell me you’re proud of me somehow Family reunion Six feet down And we’re catching up right now [Bridge] “You remember when I fell from the tree?” Your skull just nods Or maybe it’s me (yeah) I hear your laugh in the ceiling fan Hear your blame in the AC vent I clink my glass to your shattered teeth “Here’s to us and the ones who leave” If I talk loud If I don’t breathe I can almost hear you breathe [Chorus] Welcome to the family reunion Pull up a chair from the underground I set your heads at the table Swear I hear you talking now Pass the guilt and the gravy Feed it to your empty mouths Family reunion Six feet down I won’t let you go back now (no) [Outro] Table’s set The candles drip Morning creeps through sagging blinds One by one you slouch and slide I’m the last one left alive

rock, Dark grunge rock with detuned, sludge-thick guitars and a dragging halftime groove; male vocals, verse lines muttered and claustrophobic that explode into a raw, shouted chorus. Bass grinds in the low mids, tom-heavy drums stomp like shovels in dirt. Choruses widen with overdriven backing screams and a smeared lead guitar line, bridge drops to a hollow, reverb-soaked whisper before the final full-band crash., grunge

Family Reunion (Six Feet Down)