Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stormy Side Of Town, artist - Stan Ridgway. Album song The Big Heat, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Stormy Side Of Town |
The tires roll the gutters and you can hear the beer cans crunch |
Two ladies sit together on a park bench, feed the pigeons, and eat lunch |
And the window’s always broken and the corner has a street light that’s burnt |
out |
And everyone walks away when the cops drive by, roll down their windows, |
and shout |
So if you’re wonderin' where the trouble starts when you hear the sirens sound |
It’s where the trouble always ends--on the stormy side of town |
Where it keeps rainin' all the time |
Now there’s a young girl leanin' on the fender of a long black car |
And a man built like a buddha--used to box, and now he works at paintin' tar |
And the kids play in the streets, while their parents stick their fingers in |
the fans |
And the trash is piled up high by the bus stop where the riders wait and stand |
And everyone has said the big show-off doesn’t seem to be around |
And no one asks for names or business cards on the stormy side of town |
Where it keeps rainin' all the time |
On the stormy side of town |
It’s rainin' all the time |
On the stormy side of town |
It’s rainin' all the time |
On the stormy side of town |
It’s rainin' all the time |
On the stormy side of town |
And all the empty eyes that don’t look up |
Still say it every time-- |
«You've got your job, and I’ve got mine» |
Shadows from the buildings creep along the parking cars |
While the women spank their babies and the old men just drink all day in bars |
And the people that «never see it» always end up as the ones who’ve seen it all |
And the liquor store is crowded, while an empty phone booth rings another call |
And the hills that used to all seem green now look an ugly brown |
And no one ever found any movie stars on the stormy side of town |
Where it keeps rainin' all the time |
Chorus repeat |
So bring a bottle and a paper bag |
And expect to pass it all around |
And last one out’s a rotten egg |
On the stormy side of town |