Lyric 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
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
