Lyrics

Junkies In The Rain

No rest for the wicked, no sleep for the saints
We’re coming our of the woodwork
Fighting for every fame
There’s cold wind blowing
Up Against my face
I’m hypnotized thin blue line fate will not erase

Ahh We’re all chasing fame
Ahh Warhol knew the game
Ahh welcome to my world
Ahh we’re all Junkies in the rain


We’re all millennium babies
On the miracle mile
With digital distractions keeps us guess all the while
There strange vibration taking over me
Nothing beats reality brings me to my knees

Ahh We’re all chasing fame
Ahh Warhol knew the game
Ahh welcome to my world
Ahh we’re all Junkies in the rain

We dream in numbers
We dream with style
Rank and file is a reason to denial
I’m in 42st the messiah on parade
Burning down the buildings
Let the children play

Zombies in the final hour
Selling our souls to the fallen angels
On the dirty blvds we sleep
in the information game

Junkies in the rain
welcome to my world
Nothing beats reality brings me to my knees


Words and Music Philip Foxman