Dudley Saunders - The Rain on 8th Avenue lyrics

buck-tooth call-girls on the corner like red-haired roses in the rain dropped off by a drunken mourner on the wrong grave like a train that old west bandits disconnected from the engines and left scattered 'cross the tracks their vaults dissected hoping that guy's looking at her purple pimps pick up a patter whispered like boys behind a school who found some magazine in tatters hope the next guy won't stay cool when he hears the things your promise that your mom and daddy do when the bedroom doorlock's kissed the doorjamp now here come a few and one of them will tie her sighs up in a bow and post her ghosts to those who'll mostly read what they already know and one of them will shave his face til clean of mean a trace of grace will make him buy today for her a gold lame miniskirt but none of this is really true they just lay down and go to sleep and wake up with the sunset and rain down on the street outside their faces fall and splatter wet the sidewalk they become the bride or groom of things that they became too bored to do the faces rain become a pool then they drain clouds still heavy with the rain on 8th avenue