Jealousy coursed through her veins.
She had never felt such a gruesome pain,
For jealousy had her heart slain.
She swore she’d turn his blood to rain.
If he should ever pay for anything,
He should pay at her hand.
She walked a dark, shadowy road
And yelled out, “Let it rain!”.
There is no peace in her mind.
There is no soul left to find.
She gladly left her nice days behind.
Blow kisses, blow curses to all mankind.
If he should ever pay for anything,
He should pay for her tears.
She walked a dark, shadowy road
And yelled out, “Let it rain!”.
Jealousy dug up her tomb.
It tore her in two, the good half had no room,
So she laid it down, to the tomb from the womb.
It was an okay life, but it ended too soon.
If he should pay for anything,
He should pay for killing the good in her.
She walked a dark, shadowy road
And yelled out, “Let it rain!”.
“Let it rain, let it rain.
Let him fall like all the girls he’d slain.
Let him rain upon a fire.
Hear him cry in pain.
Let it rain, let it rain.
Let him see the nice girl he turned insane.
Let him drown in his blood storm.
Hear him cry in pain”.
Jealousy coursed through her veins.
She had never felt such a gruesome pain,
For jealousy had her heart slain.
She swore she’d turn his blood to rain.
If he should ever pay for anything,
He should pay at her hand.
She walked a dark, shadowy road
And yelled out, “Let it rain!”.