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 c con 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 c cused 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 c c 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
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