Cletis Carr - Streets Of Shame Lyrics
The old man wore a grey uniform I recognized from the warHe just sat there in that old armchair, drenched right to the boneA woman's voice called from the other room, I think it's time for you to goI mumbled something underneath my breath, turned and walked out the doorAnd the fire, the funeral pyre, burning all night longThere's no turning back anymore, it's just rainDown came the rain, on the streets of shameRain, smothering the flames, on the streets of shameI walked out on a dusty road filled with traffic lightsJesus Christ got into a cab and said, take me to the IsraelitesAnd there sitting at a sidewalk cafÈ, looked like Arthur C. ClarkeHe said, sit with me and dine, have a glass of wine, don't be afraid of the darkAnd the fire, the funeral pyre, burning all night longThere's no turning back anymore, it's just rainDown came the rain, on the streets of shameRain, smothering the flames, on the streets of shameThe old man was there, still sitting in his chair in the middle of the roadHe didn't speak for a very long time, then he just said helloHe held out his arms and in his hands was an old grey uniformAnd on the collar was a medal that read, sheltered from the stormAnd the fire, the funeral pyre, burning all night longThere's no turning back anymore, it's just rainDown came the rain, on the streets of shameRain, smothering the flames, on the streets of shameRain, hey look at all that rain, on the streets of shameRain, falling down like flames, on the streets of shame
