The church bell rings. An old drunk sings. A young girl hocks her wedding ring. Down on Rain Street. Down the alley the icewagon flew. Picked up a stiff that was turning blue. The local kids were sniffin' glue. Not much else for a kid to do. Down Rain Street. Father McGreer buys an ice cold beer. And a short for Father Loyola. Father Joe's got the clap again. He's drinking Coca-Cola. Down on Rain Street. Bless me Father I have sinned. I got pissed and I got pinned. And God can't help the state I'm in. Down on Rain Street. There's a Tesco on the sacred ground. Where I pulled her knickers down. While Judas took his measly price. And St Anthony gazed in awe at Christ. Down on Rain Street. I gave my love a goodnight kiss. I tried to take a late night piss. But the toiled moved so again I missed. Down Rain Street. I sat on the floor and watched TV. Thanking Christ for the BBC. A stupid fucking place to be. Down Rain Street. I took my Eileen by the hand. Walk with me was her command. I dreamt we were walking on the strand. Down Rain Street. That night Rain Street went on for miles. That night on Rain Street somebody smiled.