Last House In Our Street
The last house in our street is the one we are living in
Throw the ball against the wall and back to me
All the other windows have concrete curtains
Open up your eyes and tell me what you see
The flowers in our garden are made of bricks and broken glass
Throw the ball against the wall and back to me
And ´round the back we´re growing an outside toilet
Open up your eyes and tell me what you see
Wee Albert Mooney was blinded by a petrol bomb
Throw the ball against the wall and back to me
The bomber said, we´re sorry, it must have been an accident
Open up your eyes and tell me what you see
A big rubber bullet killed little Johnny Morrisey
Throw the ball against the wall and back to me
A policeman fired it, it must have been an accident
Open up your eyes and tell me what you see
God made the world, and Belfast is part of it
Throw the ball against the wall and back to me
Sometimes I wonder if Belfast was an accident
Open up your eyes and tell me what you see
There´s a wall, there is, between us and them, there is
Throw the ball against the wall and back to me
Is there anyone can tell me that they didn´t help in building it
Open up your eyes and tell me what you see
But the eyes of the world have concrete curtains
Throw the ball against the wall and back to me
Would you tear down the wall, would you open up the windows
Would you open up your eyes and tell me what you see
