Down on Consternation Street Things are falling into place Everyone here's incomplete And no one's set for outer space We'll leave the bankers their beliefs And watch their babies bounce and play What counts is not what you achieve It's what you're getting anyway Get up, get up, get out into the rain! Get up, get out into the pouring rain! Down here on Consternation Street It's just chaos and decay Everyone's so indiscrete, always The word's not love, it's disarray Get up, get up, get out into the rain! Get up, get out into the pouring rain! Get up, get up, get out into the rain! Get up, get out into the pouring rain!