Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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