Cause of the Rain

Evangeline is leaving home - yeah

Said don't come for me after I'm gone

No one round here ever heard of Coltrane

And its too sad to laugh and its too lost to cry

Rub Fly Agaric on your broomstick get naked and ride

And the girls are painting their faces just to hide the pain

They hang around here like the cause of the rain

It's how pornography feels before you're ready to see

The beggars all know when hungry you read

And the boys still dragging the girls down Blunderbuss Lane

And the bad ones round there born to tell every lie