Charlie Moonbeam: he woke up to pit-pat, the rain splat, the window cracked he’s leaned back in the backseat of his cadillac His eyes crusted and closed, he’s hung over thinkin’ over the last time he was feelin’ sober the gentle mist kissed him with a tenderness unlike the way he’d met his wife with a bender fist how could he send her this simple pretender shit he’s pullin’ out his hair and askin’ “when is the end of this?” his shirt’s wet from a cut on his chest he remembers feelin’ lonely, can’t remember the rest his head’s poundin’ the thump thump resoundin’ like God was tryna wake him from his hazardous hell-boundin’ he never founded a consciousness well-grounded and now he’s caught without his trousers soon as the bell sounded and he’s surrounded by the poundin’ of rain and he’s just countin’ down the days until he’s drowned in his pain
ah! the rain is fallin’ down
big fat nick: ope my mind’s got me trapped in roped me with emotions and told me to just get strapped in crafty imagination craftin reasons fer me to go back in to habits that lack positive dividends the end is near here in these cavernous caves of my mind escaping barely every time wondering why i haven’t broken toward the blue sky away is where i’m running everyday but i can’t run away from myself and now the rain is fallin down
ah! the rain is fallin’ down
D-Pop Fantastic: the water level came up, raised up the river overrunneth, game’s up the people crying “save us! save us! from what mother mature gave us! gave us!” (the rain is falling down)