Celtis Carr - Streets Of Shame Lyrics
The old man wore a grey uniform I recognized from the war He just sat there in that old armchair, drenched right to the bone A woman’s voice called from the other room, I think it’s time for you to go I mumbled something underneath my breath, turned and walked out the door And the fire, the funeral pyre, burning all night long There’s no turning back anymore, it’s just rain Down came the rain, on the streets of shame Rain, smothering the flames, on the streets of shame I walked out on a dusty road filled with traffic lights Jesus Christ got into a cab and said, take me to the Israelites And there sitting at a sidewalk cafÈ, looked like Arthur C. Clarke He said, sit with me and dine, have a glass of wine, don’t be afraid of the dark And the fire, the funeral pyre, burning all night long There’s no turning back anymore, it’s just rain Down came the rain, on the streets of shame Rain, smothering the flames, on the streets of shame The old man was there, still sitting in his chair in the middle of the road He didn’t speak for a very long time, then he just said hello He held out his arms and in his hands was an old grey uniform And on the collar was a medal that read, sheltered from the storm And the fire, the funeral pyre, burning all night long There’s no turning back anymore, it’s just rain Down came the rain, on the streets of shame Rain, smothering the flames, on the streets of shame Rain, hey look at all that rain, on the streets of shame Rain, falling down like flames, on the streets of shame
