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
