GOING UNDER - lyrics by Patrick Plummer Pit patter little raindrops keep falling on my window pane 
The city calling me out into the night 
With promises of pleasures and sweet delight 
 It's wrong
 It's oh so wrong
 But I want it
 To be right 

Now you got me walking on the sidewalk
 Talking, moving, looking
 Stopping
 Farting like a dog
 Barking

 Now the raindrops keep on landing on my face like spelter
 Each one branding me
 Showing me who I am
 ...don't give a damn...
 
 Now you got me walking through the clubland again
 Looking through the smiles
 Each one a friend
 None a dem none a dem
 
 And this is
 Oh so
 demanding
 Cos at night I have a million dreams and then I wake
 I pray the lord my soul to take
 Me away from this vanity
 From this e-fuelled
 Love and insanity 
 It's so wrong
 It's so wrong it's so wrong
 But I want it
 To be right
 
 Now the day is coming
 And the party people start their running home
 And if they'll miss
 Being all alone
 Leave me out to dry
 Hang me on for a line and I'll tell you no lie
 
 Too much pressure is sending me
 And the raindrops land on me
 Can't you see can't you see can't you see can't you see ?
 I'm going under
 I'm going under I'm going under
 And I can't turn round
 I'm going under
 I'm going down
 
 Pit patter little raindrops keep falling on my window pane
 The morning calling me back to bed
 Hear wha him said
 You're going under and you can't turn round Each flake of life
 Flowing through mi vein
 Mashing up mi brain
 Too much cocaine
 
 Pit patter little raindrops keep falling on my window pane
 The night time calling me out into the city lights
 To wrong my rights
 A million lights across the city burn bright
 Each one offering pleasure and delight
 It's wrong it's
 Oh
 So wrong
 But I want it
 Please be right
 Is it any wonder
 I'm going under
 I'm going under and I can't turn round