Pit patter little raindrops keep falling on my window pane the city calling me out into the night with promises of pleasures and sweet delight it's wrong it's oh so wrong but I want it to be right
now you got me walking on the sidewalk talking, moving, looking stopping farting like a dog barking
now the raindrops keep on landing on my face like spelter each one branding me showing me who I am ...don't give a damn...
now you got me walking through the clubland again looking through the smiles each one a friend none a dem none a dem
and this is oh so demanding cause at night I have a million dreams and then I wake I pray the lord my soul to take me away from this vanity from this e-fuelled love and insanity
it's so wrong it's so wrong it's so wrong but I want it to be right
now the day is coming and the party people start their running home and if they'll miss being all alone leave me out to dry hang me on for a line and I'll tell you no lie
too much pressure is sending me and the raindrops land on me can't you see can't you see can't you see can't you see ? I'm going under I'm going under I'm going under and I can't turn round I'm going under I'm going down