pit-patter

the raindrops keep fallin on my window pane

the city callin me

out

into the night

with promises of

pleasures and sweet delight

it’s wrong

it’s oh so wrong

but I want it

to be right...

you know you’ve got me walkin on the sidewalk

talking, movin, lookin

stopping, fartin like a dog

barking…

and all the raindrops keep on landing on my face like splinters

each one branding me

showing me who I am

(don’t give a damn)

you know you got me walkin through clubland again

lookin through the smiles

each one a friend

(none a dem, none a dem)

and the bass is oh so

demanding…

cuz at night I have a million dreams

and when I awake

I pray to the lord

my soul to take

and deliver me from this vanity

from this evil, lurking

insanity…

it’s so wrong

it’s so wrong

it’s so wrong

but I want it

to be right

it’s so wrong

it’s so wrong

it’s so wrong

but I want it

to be right…

and the day is coming

and the party people

start their running home

as if they miss

being all alone…

take me home to dry

hang me out for a line and I’ll tell you no lie

too much pressure

is sending me…

and the raindrops land on me…

can’t you see? can’t you see?

I’m going under…I’m going under…I’m going under and I can’t turn round

I’m going under…I’m going under…I’m going under and I can’t turn round

"going under"

--rockers hi-fi (kruder und dorfmeister mix)