It's Raining, It's Pouring

It's Raining,
It's Pouring,
The old man isn't snoring.
He's slapped my head,
Got into my bed,
And told me it's a secret by morning.

It's Raining,
It's Pouring,
Oh why, God, is it pouring?
Another bruise to cover up,
With tons and tons of make up.
Isn't there ever going to be a sunny morning?

It's Raining,
It's Pouring,
Isn't it ever going to be morning?
The night is so long,
I wish to hear the bird's song.
Instead I'm lying here dead.