Originally published on the B-side of the Camouflage single in the United Kingdom.

The tires roll the gutters and you can hear the beer cans crunch
Two ladies sit together on a park bench, feed the pigeons, and eat lunch
And the window's always broken and the corner has a street light that's burnt out
And everyone walks away when the cops drive by, roll down their windows, and shout
So if you're wonderin' where the trouble starts when you hear the sirens sound
It's where the trouble always endsCCon the stormy side of town
Where it keeps rainin' all the time

Now there's a young girl leanin' on the fender of a long black car
And a man built like a buddhaCCused to box, and now he works at paintin' tar
And the kids play in the streets, while their parents stick their fingers in the fans
And the trash is piled up high by the bus stop where the riders wait and stand
And everyone has said the big show-off doesn't seem to be around
And no one asks for names or business cards on the stormy side of town
Where it keeps rainin' all the time


Chorus:
On the stormy side of town
It's rainin' all the time
On the stormy side of town
It's rainin' all the time
On the stormy side of town
It's rainin' all the time
On the stormy side of town



And all the empty eyes that don't look up
Still say it every timeCC
";You've got your job, and I've got mine";


Shadows from the buildings creep along the parking cars
While the women spank their babies and the old men just drink all day in bars
And the people that ";never see it"; always end up as the ones who've seen it all
And the liquor store is crowded, while an empty phone booth rings