When the rain comes down in Brighton
And we don't know what to do
As the people walk past us
Haven't got a clue
As we sit a here a writing
And singing many a song
Just a wondering what happened
And what went simply wrong
As we all get simply wet
With no way to easily dry
Oh what a beautiful life
Before we all simply die
As we beg and as we steal
To live day by day
Oh what a complete nightmare
To live life this way
Down in the gutters
With no end in sight
Yet we'll never give up
As we all stand and fight
With no money in our pockets
Or food in our belly
Oh arn't you real lucky
To sit in front of the telly
Watching all the soaps
In a very desperate way
As others simply die
On the streets everyday
For we are all tramps
Or homeless bums alike
Oh what an attitude
To have alright
Yet this is real life
As we get pissed on
For being down and outs
With no home of our own
With some of us being buskers
And others poets as well
Who have to live this life
Out in the living hell
Along with chalk artists
And graffiti ones as too
Yet the rain make it harder
To do what we do
And singing many a song
Just a wondering what happened
And what went simply wrong
As we all get simply wet
With no way to easily dry
Oh what a beautiful life
Before we all simply die
When the rain comes down in Brighton
And we don't know what to do
As the people walk past us
Haven't got a clue
As we beg and as we steal
To live day by day
Oh what a complete nightmare
To live life this way
Down in the gutters
With no end in sight
Yet we'll never give up
As we all stand and fight
When the rain comes down in Brighton
And we don't know what to do
As the people walk past us
Haven't got a clue
With no money in our pockets
Or food in our belly
Oh arn't you real lucky
To sit in front of the telly
Watching all the soaps
In a very desperate way
As others simply die
On the streets everyday
When the rain comes down in Brighton
And we don't know what to do
As the people walk past us
Haven't got a clue
For we are all tramps
Or homeless bums alike
Oh what an attitude
To have alright
Yet this is real life
As we get pissed on
For being down and outs
With no home of our own
When the rain comes down in Brighton
And we don't know what to do
As the people walk past us
Haven't got a clue
With some of us being buskers
And others poets as well
Who have to live this life
Out in the living hell
Along with chalk artists
And graffiti ones as too
Yet the rain make it harder
To do what we do
When the rain comes down in Brighton
And you don't know what to do
Don't simply walk past us
Or acknowledge us too
Because who knows who your helping
Maybe someone like me
Who wants to do good
Through art which comes free
As the rain come down in Brighton
And you don't know what to do
Think yourselves lucky
Your not out here too
Living in the gutters
Each day and night
Simply waiting to die
Because you have given up the fight
As the rain comes down in Brighton
And you don't know what to do
Think yourselves lucky
Your not out here too
As the rain comes down in Brighton
And you don't know what to do
Think yourselves lucky
Your not out here too
Because who knows who your helping
Maybe someone like me
Who wants to do good
Through art which comes free
As the rain come down in Brighton
And you don't know what to do
Think yourselves lucky
Your not out here too
Living in the gutters
Each day and night
Simply waiting to die
Because you have given up the fight
As the rain comes down in Brighton
And you don't know what to do
Think yourselves lucky
Your not out here too
As the rain comes down in Brighton
And you don't know what to do
Think yourselves lucky
Your not out here too
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