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