Our dad would send us to our room, He'd be the voice of doom, He said that we would thank him later.All day he was solid as a rock, But by eight o'clock we'd be crumbling.One night my brother Joe and me climbed down the family tree, That grew outside our bedroom window.We ran though we knew we couldn't last, Running from the past, Things that we were born to be.Looking back it's so bizarre, It runs in the family.All the little things we are, On the back seat of the car,With Joseph and Emily, We only see so far.And they all have our daddy's arms, Looking back it's so bizarre.Dad ran, the officer in charge, A man so large, He barely fit his circumstances.He said two kids out on the street, Were picked up on the beaten in the station.So there's me, with Emily and Joe, And daddy driving home,All heading in the same direction.He knew, no matter what the brakes, We'd make the same mistakes,Couldn't take his eyes off Joe and me.Looking back it's so bizarre, It runs in the family.All the little things we are, On the back seat of the car,With Joseph and Emily, We only see so far.And they all have our daddy's arms, Looking back it's so bizarre.It runs in the family.All the little things we are, Looking back it's so bizarre.Like a dream within a dream, We're all somewhere in between.Like a drummer plays his song, Like a father, like a son.You're gonna have to face the music.Oh yeah, face the music.Hey, hey, we keep it burning in the family.Hey, hey, we keep on coming in the family.Looking back it's so bizarre, It runs in the family.All the little things we are, On the back seat of the car,With Joseph and Emily, We only see so far.Cause we all have our daddy's arms, Looking back it's so bizarre.Running in the family.Running in the family.And we all have our daddy's arms, Looking back it's so bizarre.Running in the family.