Am(b9) : 577558
Am9 : 575557
Am7 : 575555
O pening ri ff twi ce
I t was a filthy block of flats trash was on the floor
A stink was in my nose hinges off the doors
S he took me in her room all was spic and span
F ixed me up a drink turned down all the lamps
A nd the rain fell down
O n the cold hard groun d
A nd the pho ne kept ringing
And we ma de sweet love
W hy do we live in this strange grey town?
T hey build it up and let it all fall down
F eel like we're living in a battleground
E verybody's jazzed
W hy do we live in this strange grey town?
T he paint is peeling and the sky turned brown
T he bankers are wankers every Thursday night
T hey just vomit on that ground
A nd the rain fell down
O n the cold grey town
And t he phone kept ringing
And w e made sweet love
And w e made sweet love
O oh o oh Everybody's ss dreaming
O oh o oh Everybody's ss scheming
O oh o oh W atch ing the rain fal l down
S he cooked me up some eggs then she made some tea
K issed me on the cheek and I turned on her TV
I t was all the usual crap all the usual sleaze
F or ten thousand quid some bimbo spilled the beansy eah
A nd the rain fell down
O n the cold wet town
A nd the phone kept rin ging
A nd we made sweet love
A nd we made sweet lov e
Y eah and the rain fell down
A nd we made and we made
A nd we made sweet love yeah
A nd the phone kept and the phone kept ringing
Y eah mmm ah yeah
A nd the phone kept ringing
T he phone kept ringingy eah
A nd the rain (Rain rain rain rain rain rain rain)
