The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
It’s rainin' in London
And clearing the air
Everyone’s item
We just don’t care
It’s raining in London
Dark turns the sky
We run for cover
Heaven starts to cry
London is folding
Clouds overhead
Streets stand out shining
Clothes feel like lead