“Runs In The Family”My friend has problems with winter and autumnThey give him prescriptions, They shine bright lights on himThey say it’s genetic, They say he can’t help itThey say you can catch itBut sometimes you’re born with itMy friend has blight he gets shakes in the nightAnd they say there is no way That they could have caught it inTime takes its toll on him, it is traditionalIt is inherited predispositionAll day I’ve been wonderingWhat is inside of me,Who can I blame for it?I sayIt runs in the family, this famine that carries meTo such great lengths To open my legsUp to anyone who’ll have meIt runs in the family, I come by it honestlyDo what you want ‘Cause who knowsIt might fill me up [echoes]Fill me up [echoes]My friend’s depressed,She’s a wreck, she’s a messThey’ve done all sorts of tests and They guess it has something to do With her grandmother’s grandfather’s grandmother Civil war soldiers whoBadly infected herMy friend has maladies, rickets, and allergies That she dates back to the 17th centurySomehow she manages, in her misery – Strips in the cityAnd shares all her best tricks withMe?Well, I’m well. Well, I mean I’m in hell.Well, I still have my healthAt least that’s what they tell meIf wellness is this, what in hell’s name is sickness?But business is business!And businessRuns in the family, we tend to bruise easilyBad in the blood, I’m telling you ’causeI just want you to know meKnow me and my familyWe’re wonderful folks butDon’t get too close to me ‘Cause you might knock me up [echoes]Knock me up [echoes]Mary have mercy.Now look what I’ve doneBut don’t blame me becauseI can’t help where I come fromAnd running is something that we’ve always doneWell and mostly I can’t even tell what I’m running fromRun from their pityFrom responsibilityRun from the countryAnd run from the cityI can run from the lawI can run from myselfI can run for my lifeI can run into debtI can run from it allI can run till I’m goneI can run for the officeAnd run from the ’causeI can run using every Last ounce of energyI cannotI cannotI cannotRun from my familyThey’re hiding inside meCorpses on iceCome in if you’d likeBut just don’t tell my familyThey’d never forgive meThey say that I’m crazyBut they would say anything If it would shut me upShut me upShut me up [echoes]Shut me up [echoes]
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