The Builders and the Butchers - Bringin' Home the Rain

song : Bringin' Home the Rain artist : The Builders and the Butchersalbum :The Builders and the Butcherslyrics: blood-shot your eyes dropand the skin's all wearing thinthere's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water or the trouble that you're in you're dancin' with your demons babyyou forgot your former lieand it was hard swimmin' onceand now you're daily divin' inand i'm bringin' home the rainthere's no supper on the tableand my feet are in the flamei'm drying out againall your kin have all gone on to fields all bathed in sunand the only things left in your possession is an empty bottle and a gunand the weekends come and go like tides and they soak you to the neckand pretty soon the weekdays are all the sameand i'm bringin' home the rain(i'm bringin' home the rain)there's no supper on the table(no supper on the table)and my feet are in the flamei'm drying out againi'm bringin' home the rain(i'm bringin' home the rain)a baby's cryin' in a cradle(baby's cryin' in a cradle)and my feet are in the flamei'm drying out againevil are the demons that haunt youforgetting what it was that they taught youand now there's no one left to stop you or to catch you when you dropyou're evil as the demons that haunt youforgetting what it was that they taught youand now there's no one left to stop you or to catch you when you dropyou're evil as the demons that haunt youforgetting what it was that they taught youbut now there's no one left to stop you or to catch you when you when youwhen you when yourblood-shot your eyes dropand the skin's all wearing thinthere's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water or the trouble that you're in you're dancin' with your demons babyyou forgot your former lieand it was hard swimmin' onceand now you're daily divin' inand i'm bringin' home the rain(i'm bringin' home the rain)there's no supper on the table(no supper on the table)and my feet are in the flamei'm drying out againi'm bringin' home the rain(i'm bringin' home the rain)a baby's cryin' in a cradle(baby's cryin' in a cradle)and my feet are in the flamei'm drying out againand i'm bringin' home the rain(i'm bringin' home the rain)there's no supper on the table(no supper on the table)and my feet are in the flameoh the ceiling's closin' in