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