Rain Fall Down - The Rolling Stones, will.i.am

It was a filthy block of flats

Trash was on the floor

A stink was in my nose

Hinges off the doors

She took me in her room

All was spic and span

Fixed me up a drink

Turned down all the lamps

And the rain fell down

On the cold hard ground

And the phone kept ringing

And we made sweet love

Follow it up in this strange grey town

They build it up and let it all fall down

Feel like we’re living in a battleground

Everybody’s jazzed

Follow it up in this strange grey town

The paint is peeling and the sky turned brown

The bankers are wankers, every Thursday night

They just vomit on that ground

And the rain fell down

The cold grey town

And the phone kept ringing

And we made sweet love