All around this town, they’re running from the morgue to the pharmacy
Sentimental goals, I’m doing it for the love, tenderly
Mama’s in the hall, you look just the same
Catch me when I fall

When I die, I will think of you Amy
Why am I stuck under my family tree?
When I die, I will think of you Amy
Why am I stuck under my family tree?

Somewhere in this town, a baby’s being born accidentally
Still glad to be alive, but planning to go back in there eventually
You should thank the neighbourhood for the memories
If you don’t then somebody should

When I die, I will think of you Amy
Why am I stuck under my family tree?
When I die, I will think of you Amy
Why am I stuck under my family tree?

Here’s the final word, this is the last resort
I wanna run for president but I’m too short
You’re bound to reproduce under my family tree
They say that you’re a slutty girl, well then let’s see

Them creepers—they judge me
Them breeders—they made me
Them cultures—harvest me
Believers—they plague me

When I die, I will think of you Amy
Why am I stuck under my family tree?
When I die, I will think of you Amy
Why am I stuck under my family tree?
I’m stuck under my family tree