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Father mowsthe lawn and mother the potatoes
lays the table alone
And a photograph of the unknown soldier
In this of holies, the home
And from the tv an voice
Suggests the is to plant more trees
The scrawl on the says what about the workers
And the voice of the people more salt please

Mother shakesher head and reads aloud the newspaper
As father puts lock on the door
And reflects upon the times that we are living in
While chatting with the beater next door
If paradise to you is cheap beer and
Home truths are easily
Something that every fan knows
It only five fingers to form a fist

And whenit rains it rains so hard
But never hard enough to wash the sorrow
I'll trade my today for a greater love tomorrow
The child looks out and dreams of independence
From family life sentence

Mother seesbut does not the peeling posters
And can't believe that a world to be won
But in the public schools and in the public
The of britain goes on
The of jam tomorrow
Is the new breed's and verse
If it another war to fill the churches of england
Then the world the meek inherit, what will it be