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