Everyone's Complaining

It's always raining in St. Petersburg

This damp will be the death of me

I left my raincoat with my Romanian

Gypsy card say that

There isn't any justice in this world

As far as I have seen

No more or less than we deserve

Hell, no desire to be free

We're always steaming in the singles bars

Bells are ringing, ain't it great to be alive?

Yeah, and watch me turning prematurely grey

All the money's killing me

But there's a reason for this drinking

You see the poison tastes so sweet

And it beats the hell out of thinking

All good Christians agree

I've been walking circles

Foot nailed to the floor

Everyone's complaining

I just lock my doors

I do believe I've seen it all

It's always raining when you're drying out

This damp will be the death of me

Yeah, and everybody loves you

When you're down and out

All the money's killing me

There isn't any justice in this world

That's no more or less than we deserve

I've no desire to be free

I'll be whistling Dixie

Clogs tied to my feet

Everyone's complaining

No one's losing sleep

This town will be the death of me

Pretty boys and pretty girls

Everyone is saved

Everyone's complaining

No one's losing sleep

This town will be the death of me