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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 on 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 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 jackshit
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 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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