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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 useta 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`, meybe I`m to blame

So I strain to listen, prayin` for a decision, whishing` they were kissin`

This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile

So I make pretend cups of coffe in her favourite style

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

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



I`m on Lonely Street, age forty-three

Couldn`t gauge when tot 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

Y`see cuz after ten years I`m left with jackshit

Wanted to make the cash Quik so I useta 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 eatin` We`d do our cheatin 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 wonder what my son`s doing 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 back



I`m on Lonely Street, number fifty-three

Boarded up probperly, 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 creppin`

Derelicts sneakin` to fix, speakin`

On the way my timbers creaking`, roof leakin`

And bricks comin` 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 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 equitiy so that`s it. Like violence it`s drastic

I`m freaking`, and seekin` to be more than just a house of crack

somebody bring my family back

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 useta 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`, meybe I`m to blame

So I strain to listen, prayin` for a decision, whishing` they were kissin`

This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile

So I make pretend cups of coffe in her favourite style

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

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



I`m on Lonely Street, age forty-three

Couldn`t gauge when tot 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

Y`see cuz after ten years I`m left with jackshit

Wanted to make the cash Quik so I useta 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 eatin` We`d do our cheatin 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 wonder what my son`s doing 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 back



I`m on Lonely Street, number fifty-three

Boarded up probperly, 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 creppin`

Derelicts sneakin` to fix, speakin`

On the way my timbers creaking`, roof leakin`

And bricks comin` 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 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 equitiy so that`s it. Like violence it`s drastic

I`m freaking`, and seekin` to be more than just a house of crack

somebody bring my family back

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