Everyone’s Complaining (Demo)

It’s always raining in St Petersburg

This damp will be the death of me

I left my raincoat with my Romany

Gypsy cards say that

There isn’t any justice in this world

As far as I have seen

No more or less than we deserve

Hell, I’ve no desire to be free

We’re always steaming in the singles bars

Bells are ringing ain’t it great to be alive?

And watch me turning prematurely grey

Oh, the money’s killing me

But there’s a reason for this drinking

You see the poison tastes so sweet

And it beats the hell out of thinking

All good christians agree

I’ve been walking circles

Foot nailed to the floor

Everyone’s complaining

I just lock my doors

I do believe I’ve seen it all

It’s always raining when you’re drying out

This damp will be the death of me

And everybody loves you when you’re down and out

Oh, the money’s killing me

There isn’t any justice in this world

That’s more or less than we deserve

I’ve no desire to be free

I’ll be whistling Dixie

Rocks tied to my feet

Everyone’s compaining

Noone’s losing sleep

This town will be the death of me

Pretty boys and pretty girls

Everyone a saint

Everyone’s complaining

Noone’s losing sleep

This town will be the death of me