Rain, on the brain
Now there's flowers in your window
She, well she's so strange
I don't know anything about her

But if it's all the same to you
Here's what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna write a song
Gonna sing it to everyone
And then I'll sing it to you
'Cos it was you that wrote it too
This could be the last train

Search, within yourself
For feelings everybody's got them
You left, me on the shelf
And now there's no one to rely on

But if it's all the same to you
Here's what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna buy a gun
Gonna shoot everything, everyone
And then I'm coming for you
'Cos it was you that drove me to
This could be the last train

Aaahhh...

Rear window
With the room in her hair and on her jacket
There's a picture in white of Che Guevara
As he sits beneath the tree that's not important
But he look a bit like me
If you took all the little feelings in your heart
And took all those little feelings all apart
Oh well what's the point in doing all of that?

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