Get Up, Get out into the Rain - Naomi

Down on Consternation Street

Things are falling into place

Everyone here’s incomplete

And no one’s set for outer space

We’ll leave the bankers their beliefs

And watch their babies bounce and play

What counts is not what you achieve

It’s what you’re getting anyway

Get up, get up, get out into the rain!

Get up, get out into the pouring rain!

Down here on Consternation Street

It’s just chaos and decay

Everyone’s so indiscrete, always

The word’s not love, it’s disarray

Get up, get up, get out into the rain!

Get up, get out into the pouring rain!

Get up, get up, get out into the rain!

Get up, get out into the pouring rain!