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It was a filthy block of flats
Trash was on the floor
The stink was in my nose
Hinges off the doors
She took me in her room
All was spick and span
Fixed me up a drink
Turned down all the lamps
And the rain fell down
On the cold hard ground
And the phone kept ringing
And me made sweet love
Why do we live in this strange grey town?
They build it up and let it all fall down
Feel like we're living in a battleground
Everybody's jazzed
Why do we live in this strange grey town?
The paint is peeling and the sky's turned brown
The bankers are wankers and every Thursday night
they just vomit on the ground
And the rain fell down
On the cold grey town
And the phone kept ringing
And we made sweet love
And we made sweet love
Everybody's dreaming
Everybody's scheming
Watching the rain fall down
She cooked me up some eggs
Then she made some tea
Kissed me on the cheek
Then I turned on her tv
It was all the usual crap
All the usual sleeze
For 10,000 quid
Some bimbo spilled the beans
And the rain fell down
On the cold grey town
And the phone kept ringing
And we made sweet love
And we made sweet love
