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Bring My Family Back - Faithless
Written by：Rollo & Sister Bliss/Maxi Jazz

Beg you listen me don't be kissin' me till 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 it's 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 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 use to 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' maybe I'm to blame
So I strain to listen prayin' for a decision wishing
They were kissin'
This feels like extradition
Or exile Mama finds it hard to smile
So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favourite 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 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
You see because 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 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