Get Up, Get out into the Rain

Down on Consternation Street
Things are falling into place
Everyone here’s incomplete
And no one’s set for outer space
We’ll leave the bankers their beliefs
And watch their babies bounce and play
What counts is not what you achieve
It’s what you’re getting anyway
Get up, get up, get out into the rain!
Get up, get out into the pouring rain!
Down here on Consternation Street
It’s just chaos and decay
Everyone’s so indiscrete, always
The word’s not love, it’s disarray
Get up, get up, get out into the rain!
Get up, get out into the pouring rain!
Get up, get up, get out into the rain!
Get up, get out into the pouring rain!