Stormy Side Of Town 歌词

歌曲	Stormy Side Of Town
歌手	Stan Ridgway
专辑	The Big Heat
下载	Image LRC TXT

	Originally published on the
	B-side of the
	Camouflage single in the
	United Kingdom.
	The tires roll the gutters and you can hear the beer cans crunch
	Two ladies sit together on a park bench, feed the pigeons, and eat lunch
	And the window's always broken and the corner has a street light that's burnt out
	And everyone walks away when the cops drive by, roll down their windows, and shout
	So if you're wonderin' where the trouble starts when you hear the sirens sound
	It's where the trouble always ends––on the stormy side of town
	Where it keeps rainin' all the time
	Now there's a young girl leanin' on the fender of a long black car
	And a man built like a buddha––used to box, and now he works at paintin' tar
	And the kids play in the streets, while their parents stick their fingers in the fans
	And the trash is piled up high by the bus stop where the riders wait and stand
	And everyone has said the big show-off doesn't seem to be around
	And no one asks for names or business cards on the stormy side of town
	Where it keeps rainin' all the time
	Chorus: On the stormy side of town
	It's rainin' all the time
	On the stormy side of town
	It's rainin' all the time
	On the stormy side of town
	It's rainin' all the time
	On the stormy side of town
	And all the empty eyes that don't look up
	Still say it every time–– "You've got your job, and I've got mine"
	Shadows from the buildings creep along the parking cars
	While the women spank their babies and the old men just drink all day in bars
	And the people that "never see it" always end up as the ones who've seen it all
	And the liquor store is crowded, while an empty phone booth rings another call
	And the hills that used to all seem green now look an ugly brown
	And no one ever found any movie stars on the stormy side of town
	Where it keeps rainin' all the time
	Chorus repeat
	So bring a bottle and a paper bag
	And expect to pass it all around
	And last one out's a rotten egg
	On the stormy side of town

	Originally published on the
	Bside of the
	Camouflage single in the
	United Kingdom.
	The tires roll the gutters and you can hear the beer cans crunch
	Two ladies sit together on a park bench, feed the pigeons, and eat lunch
	And the window' s always broken and the corner has a street light that' s burnt out
	And everyone walks away when the cops drive by, roll down their windows, and shout
	So if you' re wonderin' where the trouble starts when you hear the sirens sound
	It' s where the trouble always ends on the stormy side of town
	Where it keeps rainin' all the time
	Now there' s a young girl leanin' on the fender of a long black car
	And a man built like a buddha used to box, and now he works at paintin' tar
	And the kids play in the streets, while their parents stick their fingers in the fans
	And the trash is piled up high by the bus stop where the riders wait and stand
	And everyone has said the big showoff doesn' t seem to be around
	And no one asks for names or business cards on the stormy side of town
	Where it keeps rainin' all the time
	Chorus: On the stormy side of town
	It' s rainin' all the time
	On the stormy side of town
	It' s rainin' all the time
	On the stormy side of town
	It' s rainin' all the time
	On the stormy side of town
	And all the empty eyes that don' t look up
	Still say it every time " You' ve got your job, and I' ve got mine"
	Shadows from the buildings creep along the parking cars
	While the women spank their babies and the old men just drink all day in bars
	And the people that " never see it" always end up as the ones who' ve seen it all
	And the liquor store is crowded, while an empty phone booth rings another call
	And the hills that used to all seem green now look an ugly brown
	And no one ever found any movie stars on the stormy side of town
	Where it keeps rainin' all the time
	Chorus repeat
	So bring a bottle and a paper bag
	And expect to pass it all around
	And last one out' s a rotten egg
	On the stormy side of town

	Originally published on the
	Bside of the
	Camouflage single in the
	United Kingdom.
	The tires roll the gutters and you can hear the beer cans crunch
	Two ladies sit together on a park bench, feed the pigeons, and eat lunch
	And the window' s always broken and the corner has a street light that' s burnt out
	And everyone walks away when the cops drive by, roll down their windows, and shout
	So if you' re wonderin' where the trouble starts when you hear the sirens sound
	It' s where the trouble always ends on the stormy side of town
	Where it keeps rainin' all the time
	Now there' s a young girl leanin' on the fender of a long black car
	And a man built like a buddha used to box, and now he works at paintin' tar
	And the kids play in the streets, while their parents stick their fingers in the fans
	And the trash is piled up high by the bus stop where the riders wait and stand
	And everyone has said the big showoff doesn' t seem to be around
	And no one asks for names or business cards on the stormy side of town
	Where it keeps rainin' all the time
	Chorus: On the stormy side of town
	It' s rainin' all the time
	On the stormy side of town
	It' s rainin' all the time
	On the stormy side of town
	It' s rainin' all the time
	On the stormy side of town
	And all the empty eyes that don' t look up
	Still say it every time " You' ve got your job, and I' ve got mine"
	Shadows from the buildings creep along the parking cars
	While the women spank their babies and the old men just drink all day in bars
	And the people that " never see it" always end up as the ones who' ve seen it all
	And the liquor store is crowded, while an empty phone booth rings another call
	And the hills that used to all seem green now look an ugly brown
	And no one ever found any movie stars on the stormy side of town
	Where it keeps rainin' all the time
	Chorus repeat
	So bring a bottle and a paper bag
	And expect to pass it all around
	And last one out' s a rotten egg
	On the stormy side of town

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