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| Faithless Miscellaneous Bring My Family Back I'm on Lonely Street age nearly three Recently Mama's cryin all the time is it because of me Or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her Face all Puffy like a blister, cryin' like he missed her Since we moved away from the house where we useta play They say I'll understand one day, but I doubt it, Mama never say nothin' about it How'd it get to be so crowded I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain And I can't escape the feelin', meybe I'm to blame So I strain to listen, prayin' for a decision, whishing' they were kissin' This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffe in her favourite style She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack Bus she know I want my Dad, I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, age forty-three Couldn't gauge when tot quit so my wife quit me Took offence, took the kids, I wish that was the end But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend Workin' all the hours God send was not the tactic Y'see cuz after ten years I'm left with jackshit Wanted to make the cash Quik so I useta work real late Bad sex, My woman's vex, even if I stay awake And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office I was eatin' We'd do our cheatin over coffees, makin' tea for the bosses Makin free with me and I agree I got sleazy too easily But I'm forty-three, this doesn't usually happen to me Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today Suddenly I'm blinkin' like the screen on my computer display and I'm drinkin' Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty-three Boarded up probperly, I'll probably get pulled down Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light But yo it gets busy at night, people creppin' Derelicts sneakin' to fix, speakin' On the way my timbers creaking', roof leakin' And bricks comin' loose, knee high in refuse But even though I'm a slum I'm still of some use There was a time when my walls were decorated And under my roof children were educated But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed A crash in the economy robbed me of my family And no strategy combats negative equitiy so that's it. Like violence it's drastic I'm freaking', and seekin' to be more than just a house of crack somebody bring my family back |
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