[Intro] [Heavy, distorted bass riff starts alone. Sound of a distant siren.] [Whispered: "Someday a real rain will come..."] [Drums crash in - messy and loud] [Verse 1] All the animals come out at night — look at 'em! The pushers, the fixers, under the neon light — damn I’m driving the hack through the 42nd street mess A city in a fever, a city in distress — wash it away! The meter is ticking like a heart about to stop, yeah Looking for a savior, looking for a cop, hey! But the streets are just veins filled with dirty black oil And the blood in my head is starting to boil — get it out! [Chorus] Wash the city clean — now! The meanest streets you've ever seen, wow! Twelve hours a day, and the rain never ends No room for lovers, no room for friends Oh — just me and the wheel, c'mon! Oh — the cold glint of steel, watch out! [Verse 2] Standin’ in the mirror with a sleeve-gun trick — click! "You talkin’ to me?" — man, you’re making me sick, ugh The mohawk is up and the jacket is tight I’m the only one left who can win this fight — line 'em up! Betsy didn't want me, Iris is too young, no The taste of the city is bitter on my tongue, bleh! The political banners are blowing in the wind Counting every soul that has ever sinned — pay the price! [Bridge] [Guitar solo — dissonant, screeching notes, lots of feedback and "dirty" bends] [Shouted over the solo: "Iron lung! Ten cent! Open fire!"] It’s a long night shift in a world gone mad — help me The best kind of feeling is the worst I’ve had, sadly I’m a lonely man, God’s lonely man — true Doing what the rest of you never can — boom! [Verse 3 — half time feel, vocals become more intense and distorted] Palantine’s smiling from the back of the car — liar! He don’t know how close the shadows really are, fire! The hotel hallway is a long, dark red I won't stop moving 'til the monsters are dead — bang bang! [Final Chorus — chaotic, ragged, maximum volume] Wash the city clean — now! The meanest streets you've ever seen, wow! Twelve hours a day, and the rain never ends No room for lovers, no room for friends Choose the target — or choose the cage — hey! Choose the silence or choose the rage Oh — wash it all away Oh — nothin' left to say — let's go! [Outro] [Guitar feedback rings out. Slow, heavy drum hits.] [Spoken: "You talkin' to me?"] [Sound of a coin dropping and a taxi door slamming] The rain... it's finally coming... [Amp hum fades out into city ambience] [End]
