There's a young boy in the queue Not much else
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 So it goes 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 There's a fight
right down the street The betting shop has got
him beat 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 Everyday I look at you Dressed up in
your ties of blue Saying there's not much you
can do To help the kids on Hope Street They
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
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