Family Tree - Lyrics - Odds

Odds are a numerical expression, always consisting of a pair of numbers, used in both gambling and statistics. In statistics, Odds for reflect the likelihood that a particular event will take place. Odds against reflect the likelihood that a particular event will not take place. The usages of the term among statisticians and probabilists on the one hand, versus in the gambling world on the other hand, are not consistent with each other . Conventionally, gambling odds are expressed in the form "X to Y", where X and Y are numbers, and it is implied that the odds are odds against the event on which the gambler is considering wagering. In both gambling and statistics, the 'odds' are a numerical expression of how likely is some possible future event.

There is always someplace safer than the playground So let's walk to our private beach at night We could always roll these drums down the sand dunes Into the surf and continue to think that they're safe, sealed up tight, up tight I'll be gone before the things that I do now go wrong Family tree is burning to heat my house a little longer Bobbing up and down in the waves with the moonbeams They shine like turtles' backs in bleach and I, I hope that they'll be sinking soon under the seaweed 'Cause inside the atoms are moving and helping the fish grow extra eyes I'll be gone before the things that I do now go wrong Family tree is burning to heat my house a little longer To heat my house a little longer I'll be gone before the things that I go now go wrong Family tree is burning to heat my house a little longer To heat the house a little longer Now that all the poison's taken off our red hands It's percolating in the deep blue dump We'll be counting pay cheques, with all the zeros Mother of nature has gone to the doc for a test, she's found a lump I'll be gone before the things that I do now go wrong Family tree is burning to heat the house a little longer I'll be gone before the things that I do now go wrong Family tree is burning to heat the house a little longer We'll move on to planets where we don't belong Family tree is burning the rocket's waiting on the lawn The rocket's waiting on the lawn