Rain Fall Down — The Rolling Stones

It was a filthy block of flats Trash was on the floor A stink was in my nose Hinges off the doors

She took me in her room All was spic and span Fixed me up a drink Turned down all the lamps

And the rain fell down On the cold hard ground And the phone kept ringing And we made sweet love

Follow it up in this strange grey town They build it up and let it all fall down Feel like we're living in a battleground Everybody's jazzed

Follow it up in this strange grey town The paint is peeling and the sky turned brown The bankers are wankers, every Thursday night They just vomit on that ground

And the rain fell down The cold grey town And the phone kept ringing And we made sweet love

Everybody's dreaming Everybody's scheming Until the rain fall down

She cooked me up some eggs Then she made some tea Kissed me on the cheek And I turned on her TV

It was all the usual crap All the usual sleaze For ten thousand quid Some bimbo spilled the beans, yeah

And the rain fell down On the cold grey town And the phone kept ringing And we made sweet love

And the rain fell down And we made, and we made, and we made sweet love And the phone kept, the phone kept ringing... Yeah!

Yeah And the phone kept ringing The phone kept ringing, yeah And the rain... rain... rain... rain.... rain... rain... rain...