Escrita por Mark Knopfler, foi gravada entre março e junho de 1982, no Power Station Studios, em New York City e lançada no disco Love over gold, o quarto disco da banda, em 24 de setembro de 1982. Foi produzida por Mark Knopfler. Mark tocou guitarra e cantou. Hal Lindes tocou guitarra. John Illsley tocou baixo. Alan Clark tocou teclado e Pick Withers tocou bateria.
A letra:
I hear the seven deadly sins
And the terrible twins came to call
on you
The bigger they are, baby
The harder they fall on you
And you, you're always the
same, you persevere
On the same old pleasure ground
Oh, and it
never rains around here
It just comes pouring down
You had no more volunteers
So you
got profiteers for to help you out
Well, with friends like that,
baby
Good friends you had to do without
And now they've taken the chains and
the gears
From off a your merry-go-round
Oh, and it never rains
around here
It just come pouring down
And your new Romeo
Was just a gigolo
when he let you down
See the faster they are, babe
The faster
they get out of town
They're leaving make up stains
And
the tears of a clown
Yes and it never rains around here
It just
come pouring down
Oh, you were just a roller coaster
memory
I don't know why I was even passing through
I saw you
making a date with destiny
When he came around here asking after
you
In the shadow of the wheel of
fortune
You're busy trying to clear your name
You say I may be
guilty, yeah, that may be true
But I'd be lying if I said I was to
blame
See, we could have been major
contenders
We never got no money, no breaks
You've got a list
of all the major offenders
You got a list of all their major
mistakes
Ah yeah, he just standing in the
shadow
Yes and he smile that come-on smile
Oh, I can still hear
you say as clear as the day
"I'd like to make it worth your
while"
Oh, but it's a sad reminder
When
your organ grinder has to come to you for the rent
And all you've
got to give him
Is the use of your side-show tent
Yes, and that's all that remains of the
years
Spent doing the rounds
And it never rains around
here
Well, it just come pouring down
Now you know what they say about
beggars, baby
You can't complain about the rules
Well, you know
what they say about beggars, darlin'
You know who's the first to
blame his tools
You never gave a damn about who you
pick up
And leave them lying bleeding on the ground
You screw
people over on the way up
They thought that you were never coming
down
And he take you out in vaudeville
valley
With his hand up, smothering your screams
And he'll
screw you down in Tin Pan Alley
In the city of a billion dreams,
goddamn
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