Lirik Lagu Bring My Family Back - Faithless
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I'm on Lonely Street age nearly threeRecently Mama's cryin all the time is it because of meOr my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed herFace all Puffy like a blister, cryin' like he missed herSince we moved away from the house where we useta playThey say I'll understand one day, but I doubt it, Mama never say nothin' about itHow'd it get to be so crowdedI found it a strain, everywhere I look I see painAnd I can't escape the feelin', meybe I'm to blameSo I strain to listen, prayin' for a decision, whishing' they were kissin'This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smileSo I make pretend cups of coffe in her favourite styleShe says child I'm working so there's nothing you lackBus she know I want my Dad, I want my family back
I'm on Lonely Street, age forty-threeCouldn't gauge when tot quit so my wife quit meTook offence, took the kids, I wish that was the endBut before she took her leave she took care of my best friendWorkin' all the hours God send was not the tacticY'see cuz after ten years I'm left with jackshitWanted to make the cash Quik so I useta work real lateBad sex, My woman's vex, even if I stay awakeAnd if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the officeI was eatin' We'd do our cheatin over coffees, makin' tea for the bossesMakin free with me and I agree I got sleazy too easilyBut I'm forty-three, this doesn't usually happen to meNow I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing todaySuddenly 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-threeBoarded up probperly, I'll probably get pulled downLitter all around inside there's no sound and no lightBut 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 refuseBut even though I'm a slum I'm still of some useThere was a time when my walls were decoratedAnd under my roof children were educatedBut now paint's faded, windows are all smashedA crash in the economy robbed me of my family And no strategycombats negative equitiy so that's it. Like violence it's drasticI'm freaking', and seekin' to be more than just a house of cracksomebody bring my family back
I'm on Lonely Street, age forty-threeCouldn't gauge when tot quit so my wife quit meTook offence, took the kids, I wish that was the endBut before she took her leave she took care of my best friendWorkin' all the hours God send was not the tacticY'see cuz after ten years I'm left with jackshitWanted to make the cash Quik so I useta work real lateBad sex, My woman's vex, even if I stay awakeAnd if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the officeI was eatin' We'd do our cheatin over coffees, makin' tea for the bossesMakin free with me and I agree I got sleazy too easilyBut I'm forty-three, this doesn't usually happen to meNow I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing todaySuddenly 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-threeBoarded up probperly, I'll probably get pulled downLitter all around inside there's no sound and no lightBut 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 refuseBut even though I'm a slum I'm still of some useThere was a time when my walls were decoratedAnd under my roof children were educatedBut now paint's faded, windows are all smashedA crash in the economy robbed me of my family And no strategycombats negative equitiy so that's it. Like violence it's drasticI'm freaking', and seekin' to be more than just a house of cracksomebody bring my family back
