Faithless - Bring My Family Back lyrics

Album: Sunday 8 PM (1998)

I am 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 will 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 cannot escape the feelin´, meybe I am 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 am working so there isn´thing you lack
Bus she know I want my Dad, I want my family back

I am 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 yeahrs I am 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 am honest, I had a little cake at the office
I was eatin´ We would do our cheatin over coffees, makin´ tea for the bosses
Makin free with me & I agree I got sleazy too easily
But I am forty-three, this doesn´t usually happen to me
Now I am lonely, I wonder what my son´s doing today
Suddenly I am blinkin´ like the screen on my computer display & I am drinkin´
Concerned about what´s down the track if I do not get my family back

I am on Lonely Street, number fifty-three
Boarded up probperly, I will probably get pulled down
Litter all around inside theres no sound & 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 am a slum I am still of some use
There was a time when my walls were decorated
And under my roof children were educated
But now pain´t´s faded, windows are all smashed
A crash in the economy robbed me of my family And no strategy
combats negative equitiy so that is it. Like violence it is drastic
I am freaking´, & seekin´ to be more than just a house of crack
somebody bring my family back


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