Bring My Family Back lyrics

Artist	Faithless
Album(s)	Sunday 8pm

Lyrics

Beg you listen me, don't be kissin me til I'm done
Unsung champion, a reason like seasoning ah
Pepper your thoughts with spice
And entice you to a space where I dwell with bass players and layers are loops
Think what I think with my prayers its nice
My world is everything I've become
Contained in the hum between voice and drum
I'm coming from the same place I'm a still running from
But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung

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 one 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 left with jack shit
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

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