Sister Bliss

Being here in the darkness, starless sky
It's quieter than a church before the crowds arrive
And the world is mine and no one else sees
With my thanks and love in my thoughts and wishes

To give and to ask, it's a kind of peace
It's a kind of peace, it's a kind of peace , it's a kind of peace

With the years doors have been locked and windows closed
And the things I'm sure I knew are no longer due
But I see comfort in my home, in my heart
To make a kind of peace, it's a kind of peace

And above me if there is nothing and no one knew I really care
It's just a now, a now I prefer, not the future and not the past
So put the chairs to one side and let us dance
It's a strange kind of peace

It's a kind of peace, it's a strange kind of peace
It's a kind of peace

Being here in the darkness, starless sky
It's quieter than a church before the crowds arrive
And the world is mine and no one else sees
With my thanks and love in my thoughts and wishes

To give and to ask, it's a kind of peace
It's a kind of peace

[Chorus:]

Change around the words that you say to suit me fine

[Maxi Jazz:]

Predictable behavior, I crave ya
I'm driven, you're my only living savior
Sometimes I hate ya, but I'm whipped
Being led head down to the crypt
Restricted like a conscript you loved to bully
I place the blame with you fully

[Chorus:]

Change around the words that you said to suit me fine
Make them mine

[Maxi Jazz:]

Listen,
Don't panic, there's only we two left on the planet
I can explain, I know it happened again
It's manic, I'm standing in the flame trying to fan it
You don't know what you got till it's gone
I'm at the edge of the night where nobody belong
Fingers are drumming
And that's where you come in

[Chorus:]

Change around the words that you say to suit me fine
Make them mine

Listen to the voice in your head
It makes no sense
Take a rest

[Maxi Jazz:]

I'm addicted

I have a demon for a wife
He delights in your pretty face and he hates my life
Takes notes on how to provoke past grief
Makes my teeth decay with the last of my self-belief
Feed all day from underneath like a thief
I'm left weak, barely able to speak
I see nothing but constant supply
I can read every look in your eye

I leave with a lie
Maybe our love will never die
Or, maybe it's the last time I make you cry
Make my appeal like the condemned
Let's go away for the weekend
Your life I will steal
And descend with it into the pit

I'm addicted

[Chorus:]

Change around the words that you say to suit me fine

[Maxi Jazz:]

I'm addicted

[Chorus:]

Listen to the voice in your head
It makes no sense
Take a rest

[Maxi Jazz:]

I have a little problem
I have a demon for a wife
He delights in your pretty face and he hates my life
Takes notes on how to provoke past grief
Makes my teeth decay with the last of my self-belief

[Chorus:]

Change around the words that you say to suit me fine
Make them mine

Listen to the voice in your head
It makes no sense
Take a rest

You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion,
But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn,
Girl you look like a bad dream,
You've been places I've never been.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You've been places I've never been.

You took the small change from the job in the hall,
Be back in an hour but you're not back at all.
The children are crying, the flowers are dying,
There's no food on the table,
I don't think I'm able to cope,
You've been places I've never been.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You've been places I've never been.

Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables,
With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling,
And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all,
Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers,
Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar.
Oh, they've been pushing you too far.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You've been places I've never been.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You've been places I've never been.

You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion,
But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn,
Girl you look like a bad dream,
You've been places I've never been.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You've been places I've never been.

You took the small change from the job in the hall,
Be back in an hour but you're not back at all.
The children are crying, the flowers are dying,
There's no food on the table,
I don't think I'm able to cope,
You've been places I've never been.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You've been places I've never been.

Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables,
With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling,
And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all,
Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers,
Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar.
Oh, they've been pushing you too far.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You've been places I've never been.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You've been places I've never been.

You've been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion,
But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn,
Girl you look like a bad dream,
You've been places I've never been.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You've been places I've never been.

You took the small change from the job in the hall,
Be back in an hour but you're not back at all.
The children are crying, the flowers are dying,
There's no food on the table,
I don't think I'm able to cope,
You've been places I've never been.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You've been places I've never been.

Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables,
With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling,
And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all,
Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers,
Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar.
Oh, they've been pushing you too far.

Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You've been places I've never been.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You've been places I've never been.

Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I'm on the floor,
I think I took a bruse to my jaw,
Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four,
I never see my hat no more.

Oh, smash. There goes my baseball cap,
It's gone, gone, gone, gone,
I can't get it back.
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap,
It's gone, gone, gone, gone,
I can't get it back.

14 years old and hard to the core,
I'm walking home making plans for war,
My hands was cut, my uncle says 'what's up?'
Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you're in distress,
Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees,
Your still alive son, please take it easy
Sometimes you have to let the world know you're not bluffing,
But enough is enough, don't loose your life over nothing,
Scuffling in the street is no way to die,
And I don't want to have to meet your mama's eye,
So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap
Of making war over a baseball cap.

Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap,
It's gone, gone, gone, gone,
I can't get it back.
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap,
It's gone, gone, gone, gone,
I can't get it back

Oh, smack, there goes my baseball cap I'm on the floor,
I think I took a bruse to my jaw,
Jumped me from behind at least three, maybe four,
I never see my hat no more.

Oh, smash. There goes my baseball cap,
It's gone, gone, gone, gone,
I can't get it back.
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap,
It's gone, gone, gone, gone,
I can't get it back.

14 years old and hard to the core,
I'm walking home making plans for war,
My hands was cut, my uncle says 'what's up?'
Let me guess, your clothes are in a mess, you're in distress,
Sit down, take five and let me look at your knees,
Your still alive son, please take it easy
Sometimes you have to let the world know you're not bluffing,
But enough is enough, don't loose your life over nothing,
Scuffling in the street is no way to die,
And I don't want to have to meet your mama's eye,
So try and listen hard before you fall into the trap
Of making war over a baseball cap.

Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap,
It's gone, gone, gone, gone,
I can't get it back.
Oh, smash, there goes my baseball cap,
It's gone, gone, gone, gone,
I can't get it back

[LSK]
Love is you [Repeat: x 2]

[Maxi Jazz]
My TV barks at me, from the corner
Life on the street is like a sauna, it's too hot.
Put bars around what you've got,
And the whole city lucky that we ain't been shot.

We got full blown decent into argument
Here we go.
Times to overthrow the parliament, so
In these struggled times

I want to know, do you
Make a stand or just follow the flow
Even though, you know why' leaders are fullup of ego
Do we go where the others go and lay low

Only moving on someone elses say so
I say no!
What's in my heart is unexplainable
I ain't a fool

And happiness is attainable
And even on the days when rain will fall
I still plan to love and I always will
It's a calling from when I rise in the morning

This is a love we were born in
Ya tap it and it just keep coming and coming and coming

[LSK]
Love is you, love is us, love is ...

[Maxi Jazz]
Hmm. It's a powerful thing that can make a man sing
And bring people together with strength of feeling
Now, be connected from the floor to ceiling
Ecuador to Beijing become all the same thing

Like a movement, love too strong to deny
Born to fly but we stay grounded and I don't know why
We have a powerful tool, no need to cry
With it you separate the truth from a lie

The point I want to make,
Is you could never escape from your fate,
The mistake is to take without giving.
So, break the tradition.

Make a decision, cause no matter how hard you try
You're still in prison,
If ya born with wings and you never fly
Listen, you don't stop,

Especially when the going gets rough.
That's when it's real
And I love that stuff,

[LSK]
Love is you, love is me, love is us, love is free
Zip up your front all ya want
But there's a heart in every seed

Love is you, love is me, love is us, love is free
Zip up your front all ya want
But there's a heart in every seed

[Maxi Jaz]
And I love that stuff [Repeat: x 2]

So much more than I thought

this world could ever hold

So much more than I thought

this world could ever hold



We think we're heroes, we think we're kings

We plan all kinds of fabulous things

Oh look how great we have become



Key in the door, the moment I've been longing for

Before my bag hit the floor

My adorable children rush up screaming for a kiss,

and a story, they're a gift to this world

My only claim to glory

I surely never knew sweeter days

Blows my mind like munitions

I'm amazed



So much heaven, so much hell

So much love, so much pain

So much more than I thought

this world could ever contain

So much war, so much soul

One man's loss, another man's goal

So much more than I thought this world can ever hold



We're just children, we're just dust

We are small and we are lost

And we're nothing, nothing at all



One bomb, the whole block gone

Can't find me children and dust covers the sun

Everywhere is noise, panic and confusion

But to some, another fun day in Babylon

I'm gonna bury my wife and dig up my gun

My life is done so now I got to kill someone



So much heaven, so much hell

So much love, so much pain

So much more than I thought

this world could ever contain

So much war, so much soul

One man's loss, another man's goal

So much more than I thought

this world could ever hold



So much more than I thought

this world could ever hold

So much more than I thought

this world could ever hold



So much heaven, so much hell

So much love, so much pain

So much more than I thought

this world could ever contain

So much war, so much soul

One man's loss, another man's goal

So much more than I thought

this world could ever hold

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 where 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
[??]. 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 where 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.

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 where 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
[??]. 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 where 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.

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 where 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
[??]. 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 where 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.

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 where 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
[??]. 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 where 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.

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 where 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
[??]. 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 where 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.

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 where 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
[??]. 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 where 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.

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 where 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
[??]. 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 where 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.

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 where 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
[??]. 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 where 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.

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 where 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
[??]. 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 where 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.

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 where 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
[??]. 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 where 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.

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 where 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
[??]. 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 where 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.

Fields of fire that passed the train
The sky is victorious but here comes the rain
Friday is taking me home again,
And I've nothing but you on my mind.
Grass is greener without the pain,
I think that I'm changing but I'm just the same
My sun is a ascending again
And I've nothing but you on my mind
Sometimes I feel like I'm glad to be free,
Sometimes I still want your arms around me
Sometimes I'm glad to have left you behind,
The Crazy English Summer has put you back on my mind.
Life's a riot a lover a friend,
Pity the day that it has to end
Friday come speed me home again,
I've nothing but you on my Mind.
Sometimes I feel like i'm fine on my own,
Fifty Thousand miles from home.
Sometimes I'm weak and the past is my guide,
Summer returns and puts you back on my mind

He's a dirty old man, And a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
I'm a dirty old man The mean streets are home,
My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone,
Heart of stone, Have a care,
I carry traces of death in my hair,
You know my breath stinks,
I leave shit everywhere,
So be aware I'm unfeeling
Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature,
You better wait, you're missinformed,
Ain't nothing warm about me,
Cold and gray, concrete clay and steel,
And what else is real? I mean the actual deal,
People seem to love living under my hair,
Some of them call me London,
I'm also known as New York.
Anywhere in the world you find me
I talk the same bad talk,
Walk the same walk from side to side,
You're transparent to me,
There ain't a thing you can hide,
Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive.
You think I didn't know it's over with your face like a rat
Now give me your cash and go Before you're heart brakes,
You're living under my wing And all you got
I'm gonna take, I'm a dirty old man.
He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
I'm a rough old man beyond heart ache,
To improve my mood I could use an earthquake,
I sit awake for my people to release the pain,
So I can know peace again In my skin,
sin diceit and mistrust soaked in,
I think I might just fuss Often drops of woe,
streets flow with tears,
I fall down all around your ears.
If I could, if I was made of wood start a fire, no lie,
I can afford to smoke sacred fire,
Cos I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet
My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret,
So you're catching the rough edge of my tongue,
I started young, I got teenagers carrying guns.
I hear you wanna hold me to blame, but we're the same,
So for me win society and feel the shame, I'm a rough old man.
He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
I'm a rough old man, this is who I am.
He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine.

He's a dirty old man,
And a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
I'm a dirty old man?
My life is cold,
I'll chill you to the bone,
Heart of stone,
Have a care,
You know my breath stinks,
I leave shit everywhere,
So be aware (?)
Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature,
You better wait, you're misinformed,
Ain't nothing warm about me,
(?) concrete clay and steel,
And what else is real?
I mean the actual deal,
People seem to love living under my skin,
Some of them call me London,
I'm also known as New York.
Anywhere in the world you find me
I talk the same bad talk,
Walk the same walk from side to side,
You're transparent to me,
There ain't a thing you can hide,
Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive.
Now give me your cash and go
Before you're heart brakes,
You're living under my wing
And all you got I'm going to take,
I'm a dirty old man.
He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
I'm a rough old man beyond heart ache,
To improve my mood I could use an earthquake,
I sit awake for my people to release the pain,
So I can know peace again
In my skin, sin deceit and mistrust soaked in,
I think I might just ?
Often drops of woe, streets flow with tears,
I fall down all around your ears.
If I could, if I was made of wood start a fire, no lie,
'Cause I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet
My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret,
I started young, I got teenagers carrying guns.

Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word,
And I'm sitting down here just watching you,
And I'm thinking:
Where is all the love gone?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave,
You got me hurting,
Don't leave
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Oh, don't leave.
Hanging with friends like we used to do,
I didn't know anything was wrong,
And last night while I was thinking it through,
Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do?
Don't leave.
There's a record you used to play,
there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing
'best to be without you',
And I know just what she's singing for,
Where did all the love go?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave.
You got me hurting,
Don't leave.
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Oh, don't leave.
Where did all the love go?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave.
We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me,
I should have dressed you up in pearl,
Finest silk to touch your skin,
Don't know how to write a love song,
But Don't leave.
You got me hurting,
Don't leave.
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Don't leave.
Don't leave.
Don't leave.
Don't leave.

Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word,
And I'm sitting down here just watching you,
And I'm thinking:
Where is all the love gone?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave,
You got me hurting,
Don't leave
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Oh, don't leave.
Hanging with friends like we used to do,
I didn't know anything was wrong,
And last night while I was thinking it through,
Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do?
Don't leave.
There's a record you used to play,
there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing
'best to be without you',
And I know just what she's singing for,
Where did all the love go?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave.
You got me hurting,
Don't leave.
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Oh, don't leave.
Where did all the love go?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave.
We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me,
I should have dressed you up in pearl,
Finest silk to touch your skin,
Don't know how to write a love song,
But Don't leave.
You got me hurting,
Don't leave.
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Don't leave.
Don't leave.
Don't leave.
Don't leave

Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word,
And I'm sitting down here just watching you,
And I'm thinking:
Where is all the love gone?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave,
You got me hurting,
Don't leave
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Oh, don't leave.
Hanging with friends like we used to do,
I didn't know anything was wrong,
And last night while I was thinking it through,
Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do?
Don't leave.
There's a record you used to play,
there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing
'best to be without you',
And I know just what she's singing for,
Where did all the love go?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave.
You got me hurting,
Don't leave.
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Oh, don't leave.
Where did all the love go?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave.
We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me,
I should have dressed you up in pearl,
Finest silk to touch your skin,
Don't know how to write a love song,
But Don't leave.
You got me hurting,
Don't leave.
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Don't leave.
Don't leave.
Don't leave.
Don't leave

Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word,
And I'm sitting down here just watching you,
And I'm thinking:
Where is all the love gone?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave,
You got me hurting,
Don't leave
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Oh, don't leave.
Hanging with friends like we used to do,
I didn't know anything was wrong,
And last night while I was thinking it through,
Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do?
Don't leave.
There's a record you used to play,
there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing
'best to be without you',
And I know just what she's singing for,
Where did all the love go?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave.
You got me hurting,
Don't leave.
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Oh, don't leave.
Where did all the love go?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave.
We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me,
I should have dressed you up in pearl,
Finest silk to touch your skin,
Don't know how to write a love song,
But Don't leave.
You got me hurting,
Don't leave.
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Don't leave.
Don't leave.
Don't leave.
Don't leave

Packing your bags like people in the movies do,
All severe, and not saying a word,
And I'm sitting down here just watching you,
And I'm thinking:
Where is all the love gone?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave,
You got me hurting,
Don't leave
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Oh, don't leave.
Hanging with friends like we used to do,
I didn't know anything was wrong,
And last night while I was thinking it through,
Trying to find who am I and what do you need me to do?
Don't leave.
There's a record you used to play,
there's Joannie (as in Mitchel??) singing
'best to be without you',
And I know just what she's singing for,
Where did all the love go?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave.
You got me hurting,
Don't leave.
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Oh, don't leave.
Where did all the love go?
Where's the love gone to?
Don't leave.
We'll fly around the world, give you what you're giving me,
I should have dressed you up in pearl,
Finest silk to touch your skin,
Don't know how to write a love song,
But Don't leave.
You got me hurting,
Don't leave.
You know it's never been easy to love someone like me,
Don't leave.
Don't leave.
Don't leave.
Don't leave

[Instrumental]
Quiet...
Still...
You feel there's nothing going on
Until you release
The space behind your eyes
Is filling up with something like peace
Your thoughts seize
Pleasure grows in your soul
The space behind your eyes
Is filling up with something like peace
Your thoughts seize
Pleasure grows in your soul
[Background] This is the part where I start to impart

MARGHERITA
L'altra notte in fondo al mare
Il mio bimbo hanno gittato,
Or per farmi delirare dicon ch'io
L'abbia affogato.
L'aura ??짢 fredda,
Il carcer fosco,
E la mesta anima mia
Come il passero del bosco
Vola, vola, vola via.
Ah! Piet???? di me!
In letargico sopore
E' mia madre addormentata,
E per colmo dell'orrore dicon ch'io
L'abbia attoscata.
L'aura ??짢 fredda,
Il carcer fosco, ecc.

MARGHERITA
L'altra notte in fondo al mare
Il mio bimbo hanno gittato,
Or per farmi delirare dicon ch'io
L'abbia affogato.
L'aura ??짢 fredda,
Il carcer fosco,
E la mesta anima mia
Come il passero del bosco
Vola, vola, vola via.
Ah! Piet???? di me!
In letargico sopore
E' mia madre addormentata,
E per colmo dell'orrore dicon ch'io
L'abbia attoscata.
L'aura ??짢 fredda,
Il carcer fosco, ecc.

MARGHERITA
L'altra notte in fondo al mare
Il mio bimbo hanno gittato,
Or per farmi delirare dicon ch'io
L'abbia affogato.
L'aura ??짢 fredda,
Il carcer fosco,
E la mesta anima mia
Come il passero del bosco
Vola, vola, vola via.
Ah! Piet???? di me!
In letargico sopore
E' mia madre addormentata,
E per colmo dell'orrore dicon ch'io
L'abbia attoscata.
L'aura ??짢 fredda,
Il carcer fosco, ecc.

Running with my rain face on
Today I woke up feeling sad
I know that you said,
That one day I would be glad
Hold the Choirs of Winter,

The Birds are calling to me and
All the leaves I came to love are falling
Ribbons on evergreen, owls that pull them apart
I can hear you singing my funny valentine
Oh you know that breaks my heart
Hold the choirs of winter,
The Birds are calling to me and
All the leaves I came to love

Oh you know that breaks my heart
Oh you know that breaks my heart

Running with my rain face on
No Idea of what to say
No idea of who to do
In this fear that never goes
Waiting for all my dreams
Oh you know it breaks my heart
Hold the Choirs of Winter,
The Birds are calling to me and
All the leaves I came to love

Oh you know it breaks my heart
Oh you know it breaks my heart
Oh you know That breaks my heart

[LSK]
Should you hear somebody cry,
"The end is nigh",
Don't you buy that line.
Tomorrow's always yesterday

Love's yet to have it's day and you've got all the time
Planes crashing, trains crashing people dropping bombs,
Nothing new, what go come around now
Child it won't be long.

Keep keeping up,
Everything will be alright tomorrow
Keep keeping
Hey you yeah you don't let it get to you, stressing you

It's what they want you to do,
Smile a while even though it hurts
Even though it hurts
Come on let them know they'll be no breaking you

Love's gonna come around again,
And again and again and on,
Nothing new that go come around now
Child it won't be long.

Keep keeping up,
Everything will be alright tomorrow
Keep keeping

Dido:
'Bout a month ago, I've never seen your face -
I've never heard your voice. 'Bout a month ago.
I'm a careful hunter and I have to say -
Before I found your love. 'Bout a month ago.

Are you my boy or the flowerstand man -
You bought such color to this place.
Are you my boy or the flowerstand man -
With you I'm laid back.

I don't care if every river runs so dry.
I don't care if every species were to die.
I don't care about the Ozone layer -
I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no.

I don't care if we sell - coke to Africa.
I don't care about apartheid.
I wouldn't notice if it all get better.
I don't care about the starving who've died.

You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe -
I don't care about anything but you.
You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe -
I don't care about anything but you.
Take me home (4x)

Dido:
'Bout a month ago, I've never seen your face -
I've never heard your voice. 'Bout a month ago.
I'm a careful hunter and I have to say -
Before I found your love. 'Bout a month ago.

Are you my boy or the flowerstand man -
You bought such color to this place.
Are you my boy or the flowerstand man -
With you I'm laid back.

I don't care if every river runs so dry.
I don't care if every species were to die.
I don't care about the Ozone layer -
I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no.

I don't care if we sell - coke to Africa.
I don't care about apartheid.
I wouldn't notice if it all get better.
I don't care about the starving who've died.

You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe -
I don't care about anything but you.
You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe -
I don't care about anything but you.
Take me home (4x)

'Bout a month ago, I've never seen your face -
I've never heard your voice. 'Bout a month ago.
I'm a careful hunter and I have to say -
Before I found your love. 'Bout a month ago.

Are you my boy or the flowerstand man -
You bought such color to this place.
Are you my boy or the flowerstand man -
With you I'm laid back.

I don't care if every river runs so dry.
I don't care if every species were to die.
I don't care about the ozone layer -
I wouldn't notice if it wasn't there, oh no.

I don't care if we sell - coke to Africa.
I don't care about apartheid.
I wouldn't notice if it all get better.
I don't care about the starving who've died.

You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe -
I don't care about anything but you.
You're my boy when, the way you live and breathe -
I don't care about anything but you.
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home

Remember Emily?

In a long dress one summers day she said yes
Now every special requests requires another
So many times it feels endless, a big yes
Branded red on each breast
But she selfless out there
Doing her best strangest scene
Nobody seemed to be impressed.
The more she do for this fool
The more she behind schedule
Had no fun for so long
Old records turned her onto High School flings
And she was full of daring

Colorful hair used to wear thirteen rings
Now she staring gludgery
Full in the face and accepts it as her place
And just incase there's anything she missed,
She recheck the list
Does it over again,
To make sure it's spotless.

Jimmy longed for how it used to be,
She was viscous and volatile
She was feisty, iced tea was the tipple never asked nicely
Her lips used to Curl down ever so slightly, impolite,
Fire burned bright behind the Oakley,
We just had to get to grips.

After a few long sipped juice begin to lose flavour,
She no longer gets to savor being consumed.
Jimmy sleeps drunk in the other room still in his shoes
Escaping head long into the booze,
The whole house vibrating with the changes of moods.

From feisty she turned into being nice to me
In the old days he'd of been wearing Ice T,
Jimmy Cradles times return,
She was fine and so beautifully unconcerned.

Jimmy Told her on the day he quit
You don't love me you love the relationship

Me?
I'm the prodeney product of Misogheny,
Jimmy and Emily Harmogeny
They promised me nothing but honesty,
And that's all I got,
I could never be the cement in their destiny,
They still haven't forgiven me,
You know my own woman is leaving me
Said she stopped believing me,
Cant even see what she saw in me,
I told my woman she was beautiful,
She didn't believe,
Convinced herself I was preparing to leave,
so she took my son and left the world free.

I told my woman she was beautiful Ten Times a Day,
Ten Times a Day she would Smile, and look away.

I end up throwing my love down a bottomless pit.
And giving myself away...

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's in the world I become
Content in the hum
Between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, love, compassion
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
For tonight
God is a DJ [3x]
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's in the world I become
Content in the hum
Between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, love, compassion
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
For tonight
God is a DJ [3x]
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's in the world I become
Content in the hum
Between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, love, compassion
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
For tonight
God is a DJ [3x]
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's in the world I become
Content in the hum
Between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, love, compassion
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
For tonight
God is a DJ [3x]
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's in the world I become
Content in the hum
Between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, love, compassion
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
For tonight
God is a DJ [3x]
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's in the world I become
Content in the hum
Between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, love, compassion
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
For tonight
God is a DJ [3x]
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's in the world I become
Content in the hum
Between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, love, compassion
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
For tonight
God is a DJ [3x]
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's in the world I become
Content in the hum
Between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, love, compassion
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
For tonight
God is a DJ [3x]
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's in the world I become
Content in the hum
Between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, love, compassion
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
For tonight
God is a DJ [3x]
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's in the world I become
Content in the hum
Between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, love, compassion
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
For tonight
God is a DJ [3x]
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's a natural grace
Of watching young life shape
It's in minor keys
Solutions and remedies
Enemies becoming friends
When bitterness ends
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
It's in the world I become
Content in the hum
Between voice and drum
It's in change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, love, compassion
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurt
For tonight
God is a DJ [3x]
This is my church [3x]

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurts.
It's in natural grace
Or watching young lives shape
It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies.
Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends.
This is my church (x2)
This is my church (x4)
This is where I heal my hurts.
This is my church (x4)
This is where I heal my hurts.
It's in the world I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum.
It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect,
Respect,
love,
compassion
This is my church
This is where I heal my hurts.
For tonight,
God is a DJ.
God is a DJ (x2)
This is my church (x3)

Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment

To be proud has
Never been
So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel
Oh I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way

Touch the hem of his garment

And anger should be
The tool of a clown, or a fool you see
Why should spite and such pain
Hang between you and me
When love should be
The queen on her thrown looking after own

Wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Two chairs
This table
One bed
In this house
Seriously
I think we could be, feel we could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way

Touch the hem of his garment

Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment

To be proud has
Never been
So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel
Oh I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way

Touch the hem of his garment

And anger should be
The tool of a clown, or a fool you see
Why should spite and such pain
Hang between you and me
When love should be
The queen on her thrown looking after own

Wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Two chairs
This table
One bed
In this house
Seriously
I think we could be, feel we could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way

Touch the hem of his garment

Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment

To be proud has
Never been
So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel
Oh I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way

Touch the hem of his garment

And anger should be
The tool of a clown, or a fool you see
Why should spite and such pain
Hang between you and me
When love should be
The queen on her thrown looking after own

Wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Two chairs
This table
One bed
In this house
Seriously
I think we could be, feel we could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way

Touch the hem of his garment

Oh I wish I could be
touched by the hem of his garment

To be proud has
Never been
So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel
Oh I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way

Touch the hem of his garment

And anger should be
The tool of a clown, or a fool you see
Why should spite and such pain
Hang between you and me
When love should be
The queen on her thrown looking after own

Wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Two chairs
This table
One bed
In this house
Seriously
I think we could be, feel we could be
Touched by the hem of his garment

Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way
Mmmm mmmm I've come a long way

Touch the hem of his garment

Maxi Jazz in background: ...wish he was a man

Pauline:
Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment

Maxi Jazz in background: ...in a dream...

Pauline:
To be proud has never been so mean, so hard, so strange, so cruel
Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment

Mmmmm, I've come a long way (5x)
Touch the hem of his garment

Dagger should be the tool of a clump.
I'm a fool, you see

Maxi Jazz in background: it's not...

Pauline:
Why should such violence, such pain hang between you and me
When love should be a queen on her throne looking after her own
I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment
Two chairs, this table, one leg, in this house
Seriously, I think we could be,
Feel we could be, touched by the hem of his garment

Pauline / chorus:
Mmmmm, I've come a long way (5x)
Touch the hem of his garment

You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can.
You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue,
like a fly on a string.
There's a web that surrounds you, but I will
find a way in.
Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will.
Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will.

You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed
Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a
day

I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair
'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been
there

And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will
In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will
I'll be there, yes I will
In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x)

You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can.
You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue,
like a fly on a string.
There's a web that surrounds you, but I will
find a way in.
Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will.
Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will.

You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed
Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a
day

I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair
'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been
there

And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will
In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will
I'll be there, yes I will
In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x)

You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can.
You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue,
like a fly on a string.
There's a web that surrounds you, but I will
find a way in.
Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will.
Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will.

You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed
Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a
day

I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair
'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been
there

And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will
In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will
I'll be there, yes I will
In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x)

You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can.
You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue,
like a fly on a string.
There's a web that surrounds you, but I will
find a way in.
Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will.
Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will.

You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed
Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a
day

I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair
'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been
there

And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will
In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will
I'll be there, yes I will
In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x)

You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can.
You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue,
like a fly on a string.
There's a web that surrounds you, but I will
find a way in.
Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will.
Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will.

You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed
Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a
day

I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair
'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been
there

And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will
In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will
I'll be there, yes I will
In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x)

You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day
I hang with my people whenever I can.
You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue,
like a fly on a string.
There's a web that surrounds you, but I will
find a way in.
Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will.
Yeah, in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will.

You lay a place at your table, let me sleep in your bed
Yeah you hurt and confused me, but your my queen for a
day

I know I'm foolish, harsh and unfair
'Cause in my hour of need, I know you've always been
there

And in your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will
In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will
I'll be there, yes I will
In your hour of need I'll be there, yes I will (3x)

Playing king for a day
I hang with my people
Whenever I can

You say that I'm scruffy
Misguided and blue
Like a fly on a string
There's a web that surrounds you
But I will find a way in

In you hour of need
I'll be there
Yes I will

You lay a place at your table
Let me sleep in your bed
You hurt and confuse me
My queen for a day

I know I'm foolish
Harsh and unfair
Cos my hour of need
I know you'v always been there

In your hour of need
I'll be there
Yes I will