Drawing Down the Rain

Lyrics

I can hear them ranting Like a choir of angels, those cunts Not singing nor dancing here; All eyes down for the casting Spell trough scraped dry Practising our sincerest sorrows; All full faced to the grind of stone The drag of that inert through toil of chained wrought sinew Ragged faces turned up to the rain Staring down; drawing down the rain Staring down; drawing down the rain Drawing down the rain Drawing down All our ears are open / all our eyes are smiling Gracelessly receiving empty threats of heaven As grist to and from these dark Satanic mills A barren wasteland dreamt through streets of prescription mist There is no attenuating this No attenuating this Holes in the heart of this city Holes Drawing down the rain Heaven calling; calling through sewer-gratings