Lyrics: Blood-shot your eyes drop And the skin's all wearing thin There's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water Or the trouble that you're in You're dancin' with your demons baby You forgot your former lie And it was hard swimmin' once And now you're daily divin' in And I'm bringin' home the rain There's no supper on the table And my feet are in the flame I'm drying out again All your kin have all gone on to fields all bathed in sun And the only things left in your possession is an empty bottle and a gun And the weekends come and go like tides and they soak you to the neck And pretty soon the weekdays are all the same And I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain) There's no supper on the table (No supper on the table) And my feet are in the flame I'm drying out again I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain) A baby's cryin' in a cradle (Baby's cryin' in a cradle) And my feet are in the flame I'm drying out again Evil are the demons that haunt you Forgetting what it was that they taught you And now there's no one left to stop you Or to catch you when you drop You're evil as the demons that haunt you Forgetting what it was that they taught you And now there's no one left to stop you Or to catch you when you drop You're evil as the demons that haunt you Forgetting what it was that they taught you But now there's no one left to stop you Or to catch you when you when you When you when your Blood-shot your eyes drop And the skin's all wearing thin There's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water Or the trouble that you're in You're dancin' with your demons baby You forgot your former lie And it was hard swimmin' once And now you're daily divin' in And I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain) There's no supper on the table (No supper on the table) And my feet are in the flame I'm drying out again IIm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain) A baby's cryin' in a cradle (Baby's cryin' in a cradle) And my feet are in the flame I'm drying out again And I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain) There's no supper on the table (No supper on the table) And my feet are in the flame Oh the ceiling's closin' in
blood-shot your eyes drop and the skin's all wearing thin there's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water or the trouble that you're in you're dancin' with your demons baby you forgot your former lie and it was hard swimmin' once and now you're daily divin' in and i'm bringin' home the rain there's no supper on the table and my feet are in the flame i'm drying out again all your kin have all gone on to fields all bathed in sun and the only things left in your possession is an empty bottle and a gun and the weekends come and go like tides and they soak you to the neck and pretty soon the weekdays are all the same and i'm bringin' home the rain (i'm bringin' home the rain) there's no supper on the table (no supper on the table) and my feet are in the flame i'm drying out again i'm bringin' home the rain (i'm bringin' home the rain) a baby's cryin' in a cradle (baby's cryin' in a cradle) and my feet are in the flame i'm drying out again evil are the demons that haunt you forgetting what it was that they taught you and now there's no one left to stop you or to catch you when you drop you're evil as the demons that haunt you forgetting what it was that they taught you and now there's no one left to stop you or to catch you when you drop you're evil as the demons that haunt you forgetting what it was that they taught you but now there's no one left to stop you or to catch you when you when you when you when your blood-shot your eyes drop and the skin's all wearing thin there's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water or the trouble that you're in you're dancin' with your demons baby you forgot your former lie and it was hard swimmin' once and now you're daily divin' in and i'm bringin' home the rain (i'm bringin' home the rain) there's no supper on the table (no supper on the table) and my feet are in the flame i'm drying out again i'm bringin' home the rain (i'm bringin' home the rain) a baby's cryin' in a cradle (baby's cryin' in a cradle) and my feet are in the flame i'm drying out again and i'm bringin' home the rain (i'm bringin' home the rain) there's no supper on the table (no supper on the table) and my feet are in the flame oh the ceiling's closin' in
I hate this song because it's my go to song for the tail end of a month long binge before it's the week long bedridden viewing of strange visions and cramps.
Now just who are fucking with paper-man, with a paper soul... Facebook, oh you can write your zeros and ones Mark, but they will never make you a real freeman before God.
thé same plastic you throw on the ground goes into thé sea and can Bé eaten by thé same fish that's been served on your plate or your loved ones , don't let garbadge Bé your karma use a thrash can🙏❤️
Blood-shot your eyes drop and the skin's all wearing thin there's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water or the trouble that you're in you're dancin' with your demons baby you forgot your former lie and it was hard swimmin' once and now you're daily divin' in And I'm bringin' home the rain there's no supper on the table and my feet are in the flame i'm drying out again All your kin have all gone on to fields all bathed in sun and the only things left in your possession is an empty bottle and a gun and the weekends come and go like tides and they soak you to the neck and pretty soon the weekdays are all the same And I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain) there's no supper on the table (no supper on the table) and my feet are in the flame I'm drying out again I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain) a baby's cryin' in a cradle (baby's cryin' in a cradle) and my feet are in the flame I'm drying out again Evil are the demons that haunt you forgetting what it was that they taught you and now there's no one left to stop you or to catch you when you drop You're evil as the demons that haunt you forgetting what it was that they taught you and now there's no one left to stop you or to catch you when you drop You're evil as the demons that haunt you forgetting what it was that they taught you but now there's no one left to stop you or to catch you when you when you when you when your Blood-shot your eyes drop and the skin's all wearing thin there's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water or the trouble that you're in you're dancin' with your demons baby you forgot your former lie and it was hard swimmin' once and now you're daily divin' in And I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain) there's no supper on the table (no supper on the table) and my feet are in the flame I'm drying out again iIm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain) a baby's cryin' in a cradle (baby's cryin' in a cradle) and my feet are in the flame I'm drying out again And I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain) there's no supper on the table (no supper on the table) and my feet are in the flame oh the ceiling's closin' in
