Hope St.

There's a young boy in the queue There's not much else here for him to do He's had a drink, he's had a few Down the pub on Hope Street Dear old lady, you're looking thin Got a shopping bag with your life in Your old man's going through the bins And so it goes on hope street Rain on me come pouring down Clean the dirt off this old town Tell the sun to come around And show his face on Hope Street There's a fight right down the street The betting shop has got him beat He blew his money for the week On a horse called Hope Street No old faces out today Someone took them all away Cleaning up or so they say The dirty face of Hope Street Rain on me come pouring down Clean the dirt of this old town Tell the sun to come around And show his face on hope street Rain on me come pouring down Clean the dirt of this old town Tell the sun to come around And show his face on hope street Everyday I look at you Dressed up in your ties of blue Saying there's not much that you can do To help the kids on Hope Street You don't seem to even care That it was you that put them there You seem to think they like it there Hanging out on Hope Street Rain on me come pouring down Clean the dirt off this old town Tell the sun to come around And show his face on hope street