(Strummer)      I could see as I rode in   the ships were gone and the pit fell in   a funeral bell tolled the hour in   a lonely drunkard slumbering      not the twang of the guitar   not even the siren wail of pain   not the shadows of desire   caught in the pouring pouring rain      breeze black windows on date street   where I was raised up on the cheap   (yeah, say!) ask no questions work and sleep   'til the old tango that's on date street      I can hear the sharpen of the pain   some lucky stranger in the rain   hear the sharpen of the rain   lucky stranger ... in the rain      hammers beat in dusty times   on these weedy rusted lines   mocking the sun and optomistic signs   all these weedy gates of iron      the sun won't shine my way again   lucky moon was on the wane   oh I'll never see a star again   in the pouring pouring rain      a salty band played for the train   a sad trombone and some refrain   the future pointed to the weather vane   the old calypso died of shame      I hear the sharpen of the pain   some lucky stranger in the rian   hear the sharpen of the pain   lucky stranger pouring rain      POURING RAIN !!!