When all the words just fall across the floor

and daytime is the nighttime of your soul

and you just can’t find the truth behind the facts

and every dream is torn apart and you just can’t seem to act



know it’s running in the family

into the setting sun

it’s running in the family

waving loaded guns



Daddy knew-he left when we were born

put on his hat and walked off into the corm

if this madness doesn’t stop, we’ll lose ourselves for good

the facts or the truth?

he’s gone and noone understood



know it’s running in the family...........etc