its raining its pouring this storys getting oh so boring and what else did you expect when it rains someone always gets wet so its searchlights or the shadows with a newscast like that dan id rather the gallow cause i aint seen a life vest in days that aint strapped round the eyewitness men making dayjobs out of your dismay when the saints go marching into the streets its too bad they wont know how to swim its pouring its raining but from this couch it seems much more like entertaining oh what the fucks wrong with me all these bodies float round my head your town and i still sleep so damned flawlessly when the saints go marching into the streets ill be the one fast asleep too selfish to weep if i could yes i would but it seems i cant im sorry when the revolution comes to this land when we rich go out and stack those sandbags when we all have enough water to drink when our leaders learn to cry at our feet when the saints go marching in