It was a filthy block of flats 
Trash was on the floor 
stink was in my nose 
Hinges off the doors 

She took me in her room 
All was [bad word] and span 
Fixed me up a drink 
Turned down all the lamps 

And the rain fell down 
On the cold hard ground 
And the phone kept ringing 
And we made sweet love 

Follow it up in this strange grey town 
They build it up and let it all fall down 
Feel like we're living in a battleground 
Everybody's jazzed 

Follow it up in this strange grey town 
The paint is peeling and the sky turned brown 
The bankers are [bad word]  every Thursday night 
They just vomit on that ground 

And the rain fell down 
The cold grey town 
And the phone kept ringing 
And we made sweet love 

Everybody's dreaming 
Everybody's scheming 
Until the rain fall down 

She cooked me up some eggs 
Then she made some tea 
Kissed me on the cheek 
And I turned on her TV 

It was all the usual [bad word] 
All the usual sleaze 
For two thousand quid 
Some bimbo spilled the beans, yeah 

And the rain fell down 
On the cold grey town 
And the phone kept ringing 
And we made sweet love

And the rain fell down 
And we made, and we made, and we made sweet love 
And the phone kept, the phone kept ringing... Yeah!

Yeah 
And the phone kept ringing 
The phone kept ringing, yeah 
And the rain... rain... rain... rain.... rain... rain... rain...