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the builders and the butchers - bringin' home the rain lyrics

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blood-shot, your eyes drop
and the skin’s all wearin’ thin
there’s no one here to tell you ’bout the depth of the water
or the trouble that you’re in

you’re dancin’ with your demons, baby
you forgot your former life
and it was hard swimmin’ once
and now you’re daily divin’ in

and i’m bringin’ home the rain
there’s no supper on the table
and my feet are in the flames
i’m dryin’ out again

all your kin have all gone on to
fields all bathed in sun
and the only thing left in your possession
is an empty bottle and a gun

and the weekends come and go like tides
and they soak you to the neck
and pretty soon the weekdays
are the same

and i’m bringin’ home the rain (i’m bringin’ home the rain)
there’s no supper on the table. (no supper on the table)
and my feet are in the flames
i’m dryin’ out again

and i’m bringin’ home the rain (i’m bringin’ home the rain)
my baby’s cryin’ in the cradle (baby’s cryin’ in the cradle)
and my feet are in the flames
i’m dryin’ out again

evil are the demons that haunt you
forgetting what it was that they taught you

and now there’s no one left to stop you
or to catch you when you drop

you’re evil as the demons that haunt you
forgetting what it was that they taught you
and now there’s no one left to stop you
or to catch you when you drop

you’re evil as the demons that haunt you
forgetting what it was that they taught you
and now there’s no one left to stop you
or to catch you when you, when you, when you’re…

blood-shot, your eyes drop
and the skin’s all wearin’ thin
there’s no one here to tell you ’bout the depth of the water
or the trouble that you’re in

you’re dancin’ with your demons, baby
you forgot your former life
and it was hard swimmin’ once
and now you’re daily divin’ in

and i’m bringin’ home the rain (i’m bringin’ home the rain)
there’s no supper on the table. (no supper on the table)
and my feet are in the flames
i’m dryin’ out again

and i’m bringin’ home the rain (i’m bringin’ home the rain)
my baby’s cryin’ in the cradle (baby’s cryin’ in the cradle)
and my feet are in the flames
i’m dryin’ out again

and i’m bringin’ home the rain (i’m bringin’ home the rain)
there’s no supper on the table. (no supper on the table)
and my feet are in the flames
oh, the ceiling’s… closin’ in

- the builders and the butchers lyrics

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