The mailman brought the mail by, but the devil sent the rain.
The mailman brought the mail by, but the devil sent the rain.
The rain tore through the streets.
Tore down los flores canyon again.

If the leak was in the attic, then we'd all be doomed for sure.
If the leak was in the attic, then we'd all be doomed for sure.
There's a leak up in the attic.
Let's get out of here.

Gotta keep moving.
Gotta keep moving.
Blues falling down like hail.
Gotta keep moving.
Blues falling down like hail.
The sunlight keeps ta worryin' me.
There's a hellhound on my trail.