| My friend has problems with winter and autumn
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| They give him prescriptions, they shine bright lights on him
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| They say it’s genetic, they say he can’t help it, they say you can catch it
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| But sometimes you’re born with it
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| My friend has blight, he gets shakes in the night
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| And they say there is no way that they could have caught it in
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| Time takes its toll on him, it is traditional, it is inherited
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| Predisposition
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| All day I’ve been wondering what is inside of me
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| Who can I blame for it?
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| I say it runs in the family
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| This family that carries me to such great lengths
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| To open my legs up to anyone who’ll have me
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| It runs in the family, I come by it honestly
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| Do what you want 'cause, who knows, it might
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| Fill me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up
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| Fill me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up
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| My friend’s depressed, she’s a wreck, she’s a mess
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| They’ve done all sorts of tests and they guess it has something to do
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| With her grandmother’s grandfather’s grandmother
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| Civil war soldiers who badly infected her
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| My friend has maladies, rickets, and allergies
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| That she dates back to the 17th century
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| Somehow she manages, in her misery
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| Strips in the city and shares all her best tricks with
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| Me?
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| Well, I’m well
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| Well, I mean I’m in hell
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| Well, I still have my health
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| (At least that’s what they tell me)
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| If wellness is this, what in hell’s name is sickness?
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| But business is business!
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| And business runs in the family
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| We tend to bruise easily bad in the blood
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| I’m telling you 'cause I just want you to know me
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| Know me and my family, we’re wonderful folks
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| But don’t get too close to me 'cause you might
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| Knock me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up
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| Knock me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up
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| Mary, have mercy
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| Now look what I’ve done
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| But don’t blame me because I can’t help where I come from
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| And running is something that we’ve always done well and mostly I can’t even
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| tell what I’m running from
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| Run from their pity, from responsibility
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| Run from the country and run from the city
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| I can run from the law, I can run from myself, I can run for my life,
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| I can run into debt, I can run from it all, I can run 'till I’m gone,
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| I can run for the Office, and run from the cause
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| I can run using every last ounce of energy
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| I cannot, I cannot
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| I cannot run from my family
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| They’re hiding inside me, corpses on ice
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| Come in if you’d like but just don’t tell my family
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| They’d never forgive me, they say that I’m crazy
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| But they would say anything if it would
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| Shut me up
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| Shut me up
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| Shut me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up
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| Shut me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up |