A Distant Relation

A family affair.
We get the picture,
We're in it somewhere.
Permanent fixtures.
People who care.
Stranger beware,
This is a family affair

All of our yesterday's.
Familiar rings,
I have to get away,
Its breaking my heart strings.
We have a drink,
On special occasions,
It makes me think,
About distant relations,

A family affair.
Always a mixture.
Of people in chairs,
Permanent fixtures,
With pressure to bear.
People who care.
This is a family affair.

Holiday snapshots.
Of you and myself.
Acting the crackpot,
Like everyone else.

The Bermuda shorts,
and the summer creations,
Bringing thoughts,
of those distant relations.

A family affair.

We brake ornaments, and get them repaired,
We bring up past events that hang in the air.

This is a family affair.

All our yesterdays.
Familiar rings.
I have to get away, from some sourroundings.
Weddings and funerals, special occasions,
And all the usual distant relations.

A family affair.

Look at this picture.
We're in there, look there.
Permanent fixtures.
People who care,
Whisper who dares,
This is a family affair.



LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE