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 

Bring My Family Back featuring Sabrina Setlur

"Ich will meine Familie zurück" 
Ich steh auf Einsamstraße Nummer 53 Und wünscht` ich hätt` ne Familie, 
die vernünftig mit mir umgeht Ich war günstig zu haben,
 jetzt steh` ich leer seit hundert Tagen Nachts
kommen Knaben, die mir Scheiben einschlagen 
Nich` zu ertragen, doch ich trag` die
Last wie die Narben/Und wo ich schon mal da bin, 
muß ich mich leider fragen/Warum
wollten sie mich erst haben, 
wie die Kinder und den Wagen und überlassen mich jetzt den Maden
Könnten Wände sprechen, würd` ich klagen
Die Farben, die einst aufgetragen verblassen
Wie die Liebe von Mittelklasse Paaren, die sich heute hassen
Ich kann`s nicht lassen, ich laß jeden in mich rein
Aber ich brauch` meine Familie, um mein Heim zu sein
Einst trugen sie in mich hinein aber dann trugen sie aus
mir hinaus/Ich schätz` auch ich bin bald raus, 
es sieht schlecht aus altes Haus
Ich erleb` mein blaues Wunder während Leere mich erdrückt
Ich will mein Stück vom Glück, bringt mir meine Familie zurück