Back before the streets had namesYou used to get lost out in the rainOh, the cul-de-sac was always the sameAnd, each time you would swear in vainThat you would never find your way back there againOh, look how far you cameIt's-a rainin' cats and dogsYou made another wrong turn againIf you can't prepare for the journey, prepare for the endGod ain't no naiive rube, He sees everything you doHe's like Santy Claus, he pays up for your sinsAll that remainsAre shadows and rainAnd oh, one will blame youFor saving yourselfOh, but the flamesOh, yes the flamesWell, the flames of HellFlames of Hell!Well, you can leave all that shines to go diggin' in the dark dirty minesBut what you trade will be worth more than goldYeah, touch all the life you canClutch it in your clammy little handsIn the end, my friend, you will grow oldAnd all the love you were chasing nowTurns like a pack of dogsAnd all the power you were waiting forWas nothing but your breath in the fogAll that remainsAre shadows and rainAnd oh, one will blame youFor saving yourselfOh, but the flamesOh, yes the flamesWell, the flames of HellThe flames of Hell!Back before the streets had namesYou used to get lost out in the rainOh, the cul-de-sac was always the same
