Strange Rain

Strange rain fallin' around us

All day, every day

Strange rain fallin' around us

And what will become of my baby?

Baby, my baby

Much too little to run

Baby, my baby

What will become of my son?

Measurin' death for a suit, Lord

All day, Every day

They're measurin' death for a suit, Lord

And what will become of my baby?

Baby, my baby

Much too little to run

Baby, my baby

And what will become of my son?

My kid don't eat what I feed him

All day, every day

My kid won't eat what I feed him

And what will become of my baby?

Baby, my baby

Much too little to run

Baby, my baby

And what will become of my son?

Strange rain fallin' around us

All day, every day

There's strange rain fallin' around us

And what will become of my son?