Hope Street
There's a young boy in the queue
There's not much else here for him to doHe's had a drink, he's had a fewDown the pub on Hope StreetDear old lady, you're looking thinGot a shopping bag with your life inYour old man's going through the bins
And so it goes on hope streetRain on me come pouring downClean the dirt off this old townTell the sun to come around
And show his face on Hope StreetThere's a fight right down the streetThe betting shop has got him beatHe blew his money for the week
On a horse called Hope StreetNo old faces out todaySomeone took them all away
Cleaning up or so they sayThe dirty face of Hope StreetRain on me come pouring down
Clean the dirt of this old town
Tell the sun to come around
And show his face on hope streetRain on me come pouring down
Clean the dirt of this old townTell the sun to come around
And show his face on hope streetEveryday I look at youDressed up in your ties of blue
Saying there's not much that you can doTo help the kids on Hope StreetYou don't seem to even care
That it was you that put them thereYou seem to think they like it there
Hanging out on Hope StreetRain on me come pouring down
Clean the dirt off this old town
Tell the sun to come aroundAnd show his face on hope street
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