Bring My Family Back - Live At Alexandra Palace

I'm on a lonely street age nearly three

Recently Mama's cryin' all the time

Is it because of me or my younger sister

Even Dad was weepin' when he kissed her

Face all puffy like a blister

Cryin' 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 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'

Maybe I'm to blame

So, I strain to listen

Prayin' for a decision, wishin' they were kissin'

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 workin' so there's nothin' you lack"

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

I just want my family back

I'm on Lonely Street, age forty-three

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

She took offense, 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

You see, 'cause after ten years

I'm left with jack dish

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 lickle cake at the office

I was eatin'

We'd do our cheating 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'm wonderin' what my son's doin' 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 backI want my family back, yeah

Sing it!

Mm, I want my family back

I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty-three

Boarded up properl y

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 creepin'

Derelicts sneakin' into fix

Speakin'

On the way my timbers creakin', roof leakin'

And bricks comin' loose

Knee high in refuse

But even though I'm a slum

I'm still of some use

Huh

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 freakin' and seekin' to be more than just a house for crack

Somebody bring my family back