[Verse 1]
Wimping out for baby god
No grudge nothing not even fear
Only he was a lamb
Nursed his hate hand he cut it on a jag
Oh spotty Sallys army
All win they dared all sayed 'yeah'
Dashed back calling out alarms
Enough to wake the dead Freds
Dead Freds

[Pre-Chorus 1]
With their hair waving all lazy and soft
Like meadow grass under the flood

[Chorus 1]
Rains cold and the wind blows
All the rains is cold
All the rains is cold

[Verse 2]
Best thing gone did ever have
It was a good boy not bad
With whole body just a-quivering
With cleanliness
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Hate hand take the soul through drizzle ditch
And the wormy vegetable garden bitch

[Chorus 2]
Hide your hate hand in your secret place
Your hate hand hide your hand

[Verse 3]
Now you remember children
How blessed are the pure in heart
Want me to take 'em up and wash 'em good?
Them dead good?

[Pre-Chorus 3]
Like the only fish in the river
Not safe 'cos they all had stones
All had stones

[Chorus 3]
With rains cold and the wind blows
All the rains is cold
Wind and rains is cold

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Hide your hair it's waving all lazy and soft
Like meadow grass under the flood
[Chorus 4]
Rains cold and the wind blows
All the rains is cold
Wind and rains is cold