Station Street Lyrics

The kids from Station Street Don't play 'round here, no more
She doesn't exactly understand But it's something to do with the war
So she learned some tunes on piano She's very good for her age But sometimes she pounds the keys With her tiny fists in a rage
She doesn't exactly understand But it's something to do with the war
Like when aunt Mary took her to O' Riley's Caff He said, "I can't serve your kind in here, so don't go comin' back" So she took to painting pictures, such a promising child But sometimes the pictures she paints are ugly and wild
She doesn't exactly understand But it's something to do with the war
So she prays to the statues on Sundays She says, "Please won't you give me a sign If there's any sense to this, move your hand or wink an eye" But the statues are cold and stony faced like the soldiers by the door
She doesn't understand anything at all Anything at all, anything at all