(in The) Pouring Rain Lyrics - The Clash

I could see as I rode in 

The ships were gone and the pit fell in 

A funeral bell tolled the hour in 

A lonely drunkard slumbering 

Not the twang of the guitar 

Not even the siren wail of pain 

Not the shadows of desire 

Caught in the pouring pouring rain 

Breeze black windows on date street 

Where I was raised up on the cheap 

(Yeah, say) 

Ask no questions work and sleep 

'Til the old tango that's on date street 

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I can hear the sharpen of the pain 

Some lucky stranger in the rain 

Hear the sharpen of the rain 

Lucky stranger in the rain 

Hammers beat in dusty times 

On these weedy rusted lines 

Mocking the sun and optimistic signs 

All these weedy gates of iron 

The sun won't shine my way again 

Lucky moon was on the wane 

Oh, I'll never see a star again 

In the pouring pouring rain 

A salty band played for the train 

A sad trombone and someain 

The future pointed to the weather vane 

The old calypso died of shame 

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I hear the sharpen of the pain 

Some lucky stranger in the rain 

Hear the sharpen of the pain 

Lucky stranger pouring rain 

Pouring rain