Down on Rain Street Down Rain Street (Rain Street) The church bell rings, an old drunk sings A young girl hocks her wedding ring Down the alley, the icewagon flew Picked up a stiff that was turning blue The local kids were sniffin' glue There ain't much

Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer God bless the working man Average Joe, average pay Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, and a

Get your shine on Get your Get your, Everybody here is feelin' your vibe Eyes glued, hands up 'cause you're doin' in right So, don't be shy now Show a little, You know I like it when you,

We built this house on a rock, on a rock When the rain fell and the flood came And the wind blew hard like a hammer on these walls We didn't crack or break or fall This house on a rock, on a rock Baby, you and I Love is the glue That holds us together

Pull up swerving in a coupe Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue Maison Margiela all over my shoe Walk in the club and I flex like ouu Walk in the club and I flex like, ouu Smokin' on loud pack, ouu

Every time I see you I can't look away and I can't pass through You're like an early morning Monday Bringing me down messing with my mood I'd love to say I could hold myself together But I can't help but come unglued You're like a wreck out on the

In the cab of my truck Gonna make a million memories For every hundred thousand miles Learnin' everything I'll ever need to know about life and love Cracked windshield that I super-glued Crumpled-up cans and a beat up bag of Red Man chew Fix-a-flat,

Cuando te fuiste tú Y cogí una botella Y glú, glú, glú, glú, glú Ay, yo lloré por ti Yo lloré esa vez Un día volviste buscando luz Sorprendido te pregunté

Bruk off you back Bruk off you, bruk off you Wah dis make you feel like do You fi bruk off you back Gal you know you got the glue Know you got the glue Know yuh got the gluuuee Come bruk off you back Come whine till you bruk off you back

No, nothing picks me up like a beer can And get to feeling like superman I'm gonna throw back a couple an' Keep it 'em glued to my right hand Any flavor, size, or brand Until the point where I can’t stand I’ve been working this job 9 to 5 Minium wage and