Dirty Rain - Andrew Combs

Where are all the pretty places

Oh, where did they go?

Torn down by all the lonely faces

For something to hold

Flattened static, paved in progress’s name

But what will all our little children say

When the only place to play

Is in the dirty rain

Poison river, muddy water

A dead man’s float

Plastic people stacked in towers

With nowhere to go

The sun will fill with ice and concrete grey

Cold and dark go on for days and days

Till the only thing that remains

Is the dirty rain

Nothing’s really ever gold anymore

Nothing shines like it did before

Nothing’s really ever gold anymore

Nothing shines like it did before

Flattened static, paved in progress’s name

But what will all our little children say?

When the only place to play

Is in the dirty rain

The dirty rain