They say no one confronts a man
Who can't see what's in front of him
He's blinded
(Whoa)
He's high on himself
But low on trust
Cold at heart
His soul is cuffed: my father
Yes he is
(Whoa)
Breathing only gets harder
He never gets enough
Like a slave for his work
Working like a slave
But something's got to change
It's all a part of the family, yeah
The family, yeah
Gradually: we'll get it sorted
We'll work it out
A lady, she's in charge at home
She's been taught that way, from childhood
Now she's grown up
(Whoa)
She's got herself, all on lock
Like a machine, she never stops: my mother
(Whoa)
Oh, yes she is
Keeping a lid on her frustration,
She never lets you know
Keep in mind
That you've got to mind your own
But something's got to show
It's all a part of the family, yeah
The family, yeah
Gradually: we'll get it sorted
We'll work it out
It's all a part of the family, yeah
The family, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Gradually: we'll get it sorted
We'll work it out
Different people, different choices
Different strokes and takes on life
Same agenda, same potential
But we need to set things right
Listen closely to each other
Take your pride and simply let it go
(Let it go)
Like the ocean, our tide is turning
Something new is gonna wash ashore, yeah
It's all a part of the family, yeah
The family, yeah
Gradually: we'll get it sorted
We'll work it out
Ooh
It's all a part of the family, yeah
The family, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Gradually: we'll get it sorted
We will
We will work it out
Work it out
Work it out, yeah
It's what we do, do
Doo, doo, do