Come on, Come on, Come on. Kill the rats in the gutter. Sings the voice in the choir. Bring your Father and your Mother. . Sing it higher and higher. Shake the clammy hand.
Can't put the rain back in the sky. Once it falls down. Please Don't cry. . Rain turns the dirt into mud. Warm and messy. Like your love. . Can't force the river upstream.
Last time I saw you, you had dirt under your nails. Your eyes were glassy and you looked so pale. You said my life has become a livin' hell. Ain't got enough money to pay my bills.