Text: Fairground Attraction. Station Street.

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