DREICH

When it's raining, man, it's pouring.

Just you watch it start,
It's feeling straight and it's looking light.

Just you watch it change.
It's greeting, it's pouring, it is not the same.

It's the lover's ears
and it's mother's pearls.

Beating from the north, spitting from the south,
It drenches your body and it slashes your heart.

When it's raining, man, it's pouring.