song : Bringin' Home the Rain artist : The Builders and the Butchers album :The Builders and the Butchers lyrics: blood-shot your eyes drop and the skin's all wearing thin there's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water or the trouble that you're in you're dancin' with your demons baby you forgot your former lie 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 flame i'm drying out again all your kin have all gone on to fields all bathed in sun and the only things 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 all 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 flame i'm drying out again i'm bringin' home the rain (i'm bringin' home the rain) a baby's cryin' in a cradle (baby's cryin' in a cradle) and my feet are in the flame i'm drying 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 but now there's no one left to stop you or to catch you when you when you when you when your blood-shot your eyes drop and the skin's all wearing thin there's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water or the trouble that you're in you're dancin' with your demons baby you forgot your former lie 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 flame i'm drying out again i'm bringin' home the rain (i'm bringin' home the rain) a baby's cryin' in a cradle (baby's cryin' in a cradle) and my feet are in the flame i'm drying 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 flame oh the ceiling's closin' in
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