End of the War Lyrics

The kids are throwing stones at the bride and groom

I'm playing the piano in a bombed-out room

She's standing by the window taking a photograph

I hope the war doesn't end too fast

There's a little bit of hope in everything you touch

I pulled on the rope but it didn't do that much

They're protesting the government in London town

I'm gonna go and have a look around

All the old folks keep saying it's a different world

Overaged men with underaged girls

I don't even know what you expect me to do

I only came here cos you asked me to

And I'm not the doctor - I'm the doctor's son

But I can be the doctor til the real one comes

That dead bird'll open up its mouth and sing

I can waste all day not doing anything

In the market square where the pensioners sit

The pockmarked pigeons peck on their own shit

There's a man going round and he's calling your name

I was dead before and I'll be dead again

The kids are throwing stones at the bride and groom

I'm playing the piano in a bombed-out room

She's standing by the window taking a photograph

I hope the war doesn't end too fast