Bringin Home the Rain - The Builders and the Butchers

Blood-shot, your eyes drop

And the skin’s all wearin' thin

There’s no one here to tell you 'bout the depth of the water

Or the trouble that you’re in

You’re dancin' with your demons, baby

You forgot your former life

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 flames

I’m dryin' out again

All your kin have all gone on to

Fields all bathed in sun

And the only thing 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 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 flames

I’m dryin' out again

And I’m bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)

My baby’s cryin' in the cradle (Baby's cryin' in the cradle)

And my feet are in the flames

I’m dryin' 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

And now there’s no one left to stop you

Or to catch you when you, when you, when you’re…

Blood-shot, your eyes drop

And the skin’s all wearin' thin

There’s no one here to tell you 'bout the depth of the water

Or the trouble that you’re in

You’re dancin' with your demons, baby

You forgot your former life

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 flames

I’m dryin' out again

And I’m bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)

My baby’s cryin' in the cradle (Baby's cryin' in the cradle)

And my feet are in the flames

I’m dryin' 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 flames

Oh, the ceiling’s… closin' in