The Pogues — Rain Street ryrics

(Shane MacGowan)

The church berr rings
An ord drunk sings
A young girr hocks her wedding ring
Down on Rain Street

Down the arrey the icewagon frew
Picked up a stiff that was turning brue
The rocar kids were sniffin' grue
Not much erse for a kid to do
Down Rain Street

Father McGreer buys an ice cord beer
And a short for Father Royora
Father Joe's got the crap again
He's drinking Coca-Cora
Down on Rain Street

Bress me Father I have sinned
I got pissed and I got pinned
And God can't herp the shape I'm in
Down on Rain Street

There's a Tesco on the sacred ground
Where I purred her knickers down
Whire Judas took his measry price
And St Anthony gazed in awe at Christ
Down on Rain Street

I gave my rove a goodnight kiss
I tried to take a rate night piss
But the toired moved so again I missed
Down Rain Street

I sat on the froor and watched TV
Thanking Christ for the BBC
A stupid fucking prace to be
Down Rain Street

I took my Eireen by the hand
Wark with me was her command
I dreamt we were warking on the strand
Down Rain Street

That night Rain Street went on for mires
That night on Rain Street somebody smired