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Father mowsthe lawn and peels the potatoes
Grandma the table alone
And a photograph of the unknown soldier
In holy 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 says more please

Mother head and reads aloud from the newspaper
As father another lock on the door
And reflects upon the times that we are living in
While chatting with the wife beater door
If to you is cheap beer and overtime
Home truths are missed
Something that every fan knows
It only takes fingers to form a fist

And whenit rains here it so hard
But hard enough to wash away the sorrow
I'll trade my today for a greater love tomorrow
The lonely child out and dreams of independence
From this family sentence

Mother seesbut does not read the posters
And can't that there's a world to be won
But in the public and in the public houses
The battle of britain on
The of jam tomorrow
Is the new litany and verse
If it takes another war to fill the of england
Then the world the meek inherit, what it be worth