From the recording Perfectly Damaged
Lyrics
THE RAINFALLS LOW IN THIS OLD TOWN, THE DOLE QUEUES LONG AND THE NATIVES FROWN. SO I SPENT 6 MONTHS IN MY DRESSING GOWN, HOLES IN MY SOCKS, MY JEANS TURNED BROWN.
LET THE RAIN FALL HARD ON MY WEATHERED GROUND, GONNA SHINE MY SHOTGUN, TRY MY LUCK, CAUSE’ I’M WAITING FOR THE ARMAGUARD TRUCK.
MY MOTHER NEEDS PILLS TO KEEP HER TALKING, AND HER OLD FRAMES RUSTY NO MORE WALKING. AND HER TICKER NEEDS CRANKING LIKE A WIND UP CLOCK, IF SHE LIVED IN THIS REAL WORLD SHE’D DIE OF SHOCK.
LET THE RAIN FALL HARD ON MY WEATHERED GROUND, GONNA SHINE MY SHOTGUN, TRY MY LUCK, CAUSE’ I’M WAITING FOR THE ARMAGUARD TRUCK.
NOW I’M SITTING OUT HERE ON THE OLD FRONT PORCH STARING AT THE MONEY TREE, NO FRUIT, NO LEAVES,
NO BUDS, NO NOTHING, NOTHING HERE FOR ME.
MY OLD TIN PALACE FALLS AROUND MY EARS, AND THE WIND BLOWS OFF ANOTHER SHEET OF TEARS. NO WATER, NO POWER, NO ICE COLD BEER,
THE SUN SHINES INTO MY LOUNGEROOM HERE. AND THE GRASS GROWS HIGH ROUND’ MY FOUR FLAT TYRES, THE RENT LONG DUE AND THE LEASE EXPIRED.
LET THE RAIN FALL HARD ON MY WEATHERED GROUND, GONNA SHINE MY SHOTGUN, TRY MY LUCK, CAUSE’ I’M WAITING FOR THE ARMAGUARD TRUCK. WAITING FOR THE ARMAGUARD TRUCK, WAITING FOR THE ARMAGUARD TRUCK, WAITING FOR THE ARMAGUARD TRUCK.