[Verse 1] The rain falls down on the old town square, Like it does most bloody days, The pigeons look depressed as hell, And nobody knows why they stay. Tommy's standing by the statue, Complaining 'bout his knees, Says, "If this rain gets any worse, I'll bloody grow some trees." [Chorus] Rain on the square, And we're soaked right through again, The beer gets warm, The stories don't, And neither do old friends. Rain on the square, And life ain't always fair, But if we're gonna freeze our balls off, We'll bloody do it here. [Verse 2] Mary says she's quitting drinking, For the seventh time this year, Then orders two more Guinness pints And somebody shouts "Cheers!" The landlord's yelling from the doorway, "Get inside you drunken fools!" But every bastard on the square Acts like weather has no rules. [Chorus] Rain on the square, And we're soaked right through again, The beer gets warm, The stories don't, And neither do old friends. Rain on the square, And life ain't always fair, But if we're gonna freeze our balls off, We'll bloody do it here. [Bridge] The jobs got worse, The rent went mad, The politicians talk pure shite, But we've got songs, And we've got pints, And we'll be alright tonight. [Fiddle solo] [Final Chorus] Rain on the square, The fiddles start to cry, The young ones dream of getting out, The old ones wonder why. Rain on the square, And though the years may disappear, We'll raise another fucking pint And laugh that we're still here. [Outro] The rain keeps falling, The night rolls on, The Pearl still pours the beer, And every idiot in this town Will be right back next year.
