Mmm, come to papa I see you working Through the beat curtain in the kitchen Switchin', leavin' me twitchin' I'm itchin' to be kissin' you But discipline
This is my church This is where I heal my hurts It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming
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
I got it sleeping rough on the streets in the rain I got it learning to share my peoples pain I got it making flowers grow in hearts of stone I got it
Wish he was a man Oh I wish, I could be touched by the hem of his garment And the dream To be proud has never been so mean So hard, so stern, so cruel
Don't go I didn't know you'd be here And I wasn't meant to come I'd be sitting watching TV If there was anything decent on If I'd missed the taxi Or
I'm on lonely street I'm on the wrong track Only one thing I left Somebody bring my family back I'm on lonely street I'm on the wrong track Only one
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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
I'm on lonely street, I'm on the wrong track. Only one thing left, somebody bring my family back. I'm on lonely street, I'm on the wrong track. Only
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
This is my church This is where I heal my hurts This is my church This is where I heal my hurts This is my church This is where I heal my hurts It's
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
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak
Maxi Jazz: Mmm, come to papa I see you working, through the beat curtain in the kitchen. Switchin, leavin' me twitchin', I'm itchin' to be kissin'
