Bring My Family Back Lyrics
| Song | Bring My Family Back |
| Artist | Faithless |
| Album | Forever Faithless - The Greatest Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
| Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me til I'm done | |
| Unsung champion of reason | |
| Like seasoning, pepper your thoughts with spice | |
| And entice you to a space where I dwell where bass players | |
| And layers of 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 use 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 were kissing, 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 | |
| Working all the hours God sent was not the tactic | |
| You see cause after ten years I'm left with jack shit | |
| Wanted to make the cash quick, so I had to work real late | |
| Mad sex, my woman's vexed 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 their 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 wondering 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'm on Lonely Street, number fifty-three | |
| Boarded up properly, 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 in 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 my walls were decorated | |
| And under my roof, children were 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 |
| zuo ci : Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
| Beg you listen me, don' t be kissing me til I' m done | |
| Unsung champion of reason | |
| Like seasoning, pepper your thoughts with spice | |
| And entice you to a space where I dwell where bass players | |
| And layers of 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' ma 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 use 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 were kissing, 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 fortythree | |
| 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 | |
| Working all the hours God sent was not the tactic | |
| You see cause after ten years I' m left with jack shit | |
| Wanted to make the cash quick, so I had to work real late | |
| Mad sex, my woman' s vexed 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 their bosses, making free with me | |
| And I agree I got sleazy too easily | |
| But I' m fortythree, this doesn' t usually happen to me | |
| Now I' m lonely, I wondering 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' m on Lonely Street, number fiftythree | |
| Boarded up properly, 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 in to fix, speaking | |
| On the way my timbers creaking, roof leaking | |
| And bricks coming loose, kneehigh in refuse | |
| But even though I' m a slum, I' m still of some use | |
| There was a time my walls were decorated | |
| And under my roof, children were 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 |
| zuò cí : Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
| Beg you listen me, don' t be kissing me til I' m done | |
| Unsung champion of reason | |
| Like seasoning, pepper your thoughts with spice | |
| And entice you to a space where I dwell where bass players | |
| And layers of 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' ma 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 use 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 were kissing, 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 fortythree | |
| 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 | |
| Working all the hours God sent was not the tactic | |
| You see cause after ten years I' m left with jack shit | |
| Wanted to make the cash quick, so I had to work real late | |
| Mad sex, my woman' s vexed 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 their bosses, making free with me | |
| And I agree I got sleazy too easily | |
| But I' m fortythree, this doesn' t usually happen to me | |
| Now I' m lonely, I wondering 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' m on Lonely Street, number fiftythree | |
| Boarded up properly, 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 in to fix, speaking | |
| On the way my timbers creaking, roof leaking | |
| And bricks coming loose, kneehigh in refuse | |
| But even though I' m a slum, I' m still of some use | |
| There was a time my walls were decorated | |
| And under my roof, children were 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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