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Thanks to Pillze on YouTube for the Lyrics!
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Lyrics:
[spoken intro]
All right now come on kids. Hey listen I'm tired of this bullshit playing around the town
you know what I mean? ... And I told him I said 'listen!' I said 'don't fuck with me man!
Because you know what I mean? Like I'm a real motherfucking cowboy you know what I mean? Hahah!
[end intro]
One two three four.
Hard rain coming down on me
Trying to start a fire on the muddy banks
Of the Mississippi in the rain
Baby life is strange
Now he reaches for a quarter
And he stands in the corner
And he screams out for some change.
And nobody looks but everybody sees
And everybody feels the shame.
And the rain rolls over
And the dog rolls over
And he rolls his hands to the sky.
And the nuns in numbers knock their nails in
Like a blackbird in a blackberry pie.
Says 'Son it happens every day.
We call it running from the rain.'
Well it's a rain of thunder
It's a rain of fear
It's a busted-open bottle of Rainier beer
It reaches from the sky
Like a blackbird in a blackberry pie that's why
And everybody is runnin'
And umbrellas are poppin'
And reflections take over the streets
And the blood is free now
And it flows to the sea now
And the man says 'I'll see him again.'
Said 'Son it happens every day.
We call it running from the rain.'
Well she turned her back
As he spackles the crack
And the pain just peals away.
And she thought she knew him
But an Autumn leaf blew in
And it blew what she knew of him away.
And she's countin' numbers
But she lost the light
So now she thaws out cubed steak
With a red flashlight
Heads turning like a doorknob
Eyes burning like a camp log
What do you think of that?
Said 'Son it happens every day.
We call it running from the rain.'
She's gone for good
You should know by now.
She ain't coming back anyhow.
And a love to her
Is a love that's thrown away.
And it's over.
(supprime les barrés)