blood-shot your eyes dropnand the skin's all wearing thinnthere's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water nor the trouble that you're in nyou're dancin' with your demons babynyou forgot your former lienand it was hard swimmin' oncenand now you're daily divin' innnand i'm bringin' home the rainnthere's no supper on the tablenand my feet are in the flameni'm drying out againnnall your kin have all gone on to fields all bathed in sunnand the only things left in your possession is an empty bottle and a gunnand the weekends come and go like tides and they soak you to the necknand pretty soon the weekdays are all the samennand i'm bringin' home the rainn(i'm bringin' home the rain)nthere's no supper on the tablen(no supper on the table)nand my feet are in the flameni'm drying out againnni'm bringin' home the rainn(i'm bringin' home the rain)na baby's cryin' in a cradlen(baby's cryin' in a cradle)nand my feet are in the flameni'm drying out againnnevil are the demons that haunt younforgetting what it was that they taught younand now there's no one left to stop you nor to catch you when you dropnnyou're evil as the demons that haunt younforgetting what it was that they taught younand now there's no one left to stop you nor to catch you when you dropnnyou're evil as the demons that haunt younforgetting what it was that they taught younbut now there's no one left to stop you nor to catch you when you when younwhen you when yournnblood-shot your eyes dropnand the skin's all wearing thinnthere's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water nor the trouble that you're in nyou're dancin' with your demons babynyou forgot your former lienand it was hard swimmin' oncenand now you're daily divin' innnand i'm bringin' home the rainn(i'm bringin' home the rain)nthere's no supper on the tablen(no supper on the table)nand my feet are in the flameni'm drying out againnni'm bringin' home the rainn(i'm bringin' home the rain)na baby's cryin' in a cradlen(baby's cryin' in a cradle)nand my feet are in the flameni'm drying out againnnand i'm bringin' home the rainn(i'm bringin' home the rain)nthere's no supper on the tablen(no supper on the table)nand my feet are in the flamenoh the ceiling's closin' in