Dry Songtext
von Deep Chatham

Oh I could have been a killer, daddy
If you taught me how to shoot that gun
Should have lived life longer, mama
But my baby said she don′t run
So I'ma sit and sing about the gunshot on the porch
Coming in now through the walls
I′ll die if they hit at all

Don't rain, don't rain
Don′t wait for me
I′m dry
Just watch me sing
Come down
Pour down
Pour and come down on me
Oh I'm dry
I swear
I think


Lately now I′m feeling better
Got my blues wrapped in black suede shoes
On the dance floor bleeding out
Downstairs they got [ ]
They paint the walls
They sign the bill
What's left of me, it sings to you
Oh I ain′t got no name, ain't got no home
I got skies, they ain′t blue

Don't rain, don't rain
Don′t wait for me
I′m dry
Just watch me sing
Come down
Pour down
Pour and come down on me
Oh I'm dry
I swear
I think