Bring My Family Back (Live At Alexandra Palace)

作曲：Maxi Jazz,Rollo Armstrong,Sister Bliss

作词：Maxi Jazz,Rollo Armstrong,Sister Bliss

I'm on lonely street age nearly three

Recently Mama's crying 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

Crying like he missed her

Since we moved away from the house

Where we used to play

They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it

Mama never say nothing 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 feeling

Maybe I'm to blame

So I strain to listen

Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing

This feels like extradition or exile

Mama finds it hard to smile

So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style

She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack

But she know I want my Dad I want my family back

I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three

Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me

Took offense, took the kids

I wish that was the end

But before she took her leave

She took care of my best friend

Working all the hours

God send was not the tactic

You see, because after ten years I'm?

Wanted to make the cash

Quick so I had to 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 eating

We'd do our cheating over coffees

Making tea for the bosses

Making 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 blinking like the screen

On my computer display

And I'm drinking

Concerned about what's down the track

If I don't get my family back

I want my family back

I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three

Boarded up property

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 creeping

Derelicts sneaking to fix

Speaking

On the way my timbers creaking

Roof leaking

And bricks coming 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 where decorated

And under my roof children where 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 equity

So that's it

Like violence it's drastic

I'm freaking, and seeking to be

More than just a house for crack

Somebody bring my family back, reverence