The Rain - Sons of Bill
2nd
I could blame it on the moon
For calling me out to-night
Maybe I'm just a little bit lonesome, baby
And maybe my head ain't right
I could walk down to the station
See my reflection on the ground
Receeding in the ripples
But I do not hear a sound
I don't hear a sound
The devil she comes to me says
"Boy, do you wanna go out to-night?"
She's got a fourty ounce hurricane in her left hand
And a fourty-five in her right
You're dying just to touch her
And your heart just wants to scream
So you pull her just a little bit closer
And pre-tend its all just a dream
'Cause it's just a dream
CHORUS
Oh and I....... ain't the man I wanna be
They call it freedom as you're reaching for your chains
Oh and I....... am haunted by the memo-ries
Of who I used to be when I didn't hate the rain
Like I hate the rain
I could blame it on the moon
For calling me out to-night
Maybe I'm just a little bit lonely, baby
And maybe my head ain't right
I ain't trying to sing the blues
It's bloody fingers and guitar strings
Twelve bars is just a prison
When there's nothing else left to sing
There's nothing left to sing
I hate the rain
Like I hate the rain
I hate the rain