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Lyrics for Bring My Family Back by Faithless:
| | | Artist: | Faithless |
| | Album: | Sunday 8 Pm | | Track: | Bring My Family Back | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 323 | | | | Lyrics: | 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
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