End of the War Songtext
von Hot Left Pole

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