Head down, in the rain don't you think I want you to? Let's play telephone, I'm the rubber, you're the glue Drop this flattened blossom in an envelope and send it to you To fight this, the language barrier To fight this, the language barrier Hey self-murderous, too much love has clogged the world It's all dirt and flesh digging through to find a pearl Pluck it and seal it in a pouch, now dispatch it to you To fight this, the language barrier To fight this, the language barrier Oh the lips they taste like freebase and the joints of freebase too Mean while I'm inland with Saint Russell, sniffing airplane glue I hope somebody loves me when all of this is through When all of this is through, when all of this is Head down in the rain, don't you think I want you to Head down in the rain, don't you think I want you to Head down in the rain, don't you think I want you to Head down in the rain, don't you think I want you to