Stan Ridgway Follow

The tires roll the gutters and you can hear the beer cans crunchTwo ladies sit together on a park bench, feed the pigeons, and eat lunchAnd the window's always broken and the corner has a street light that's burnt outAnd everyone walks away when the cops drive by, roll down their windows, and shoutSo if you're wonderin' where the trouble starts when you hear the sirens soundIt's where the trouble always ends––on the stormy side of townWhere it keeps rainin' all the timeNow there's a young girl leanin' on the fender of a long black carAnd a man built like a buddha––used to box, and now he works at paintin' tarAnd the kids play in the streets, while their parents stick their fingers in the fansAnd the trash is piled up high by the bus stop where the riders wait and standAnd everyone has said the big show-off doesn't seem to be aroundAnd no one asks for names or business cards on the stormy side of townWhere it keeps rainin' all the timeChorus:On the stormy side of townIt's rainin' all the timeOn the stormy side of townIt's rainin' all the timeOn the stormy side of townIt's rainin' all the timeOn the stormy side of townAnd all the empty eyes that don't look upStill say it every time––"You've got your job, and I've got mine"Shadows from the buildings creep along the parking carsWhile the women spank their babies and the old men just drink all day in barsAnd the people that "never see it" always end up as the ones who've seen it allAnd the liquor store is crowded, while an empty phone booth rings another callAnd the hills that used to all seem green now look an ugly brownAnd no one ever found any movie stars on the stormy side of townWhere it keeps rainin' all the timeChorus repeatSo bring a bottle and a paper bagAnd expect to pass it all aroundAnd last one out's a rotten eggOn the stormy side of town