It was an filthy block of flats. Trash was on the floor. The stink was in my nose. Hinges off the door. She took me in her room. All was spick 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. Why do we live in this strange grey town?. They build it up let it all fall down. Feel like we're all living in a battleground. Everybody's jazzed. Why do we live in this strange grey town?. The paint is peeling and the sky's turned brown. The bankers are wankers every Thursday night. they just vomit on the ground. And the rain fell down. On the cold hard ground. And the phone kept ringing. And we made sweet love. And we made sweet love. Everybody's dreaming. Everybody's scheming. Watching the rain fall down. She cooked me up some eggs. Then she made some tea. Kissed me on the check. Then I turned on her tv. It was usual the crap. All the usual sleaze. For 10.000 quid. Some bimbo spilled the beans. And the rain fell down. On the cold hard ground. And the phone kept ringing. And we made sweet love. And we made sweet love. . . enviada por: Thiago Pedroso