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Father mowsthe and mother peels the potatoes
Grandma lays the alone
And adjusts a of the unknown soldier
In this holy of holies, the
And from the tv an voice
the answer 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 and reads aloud from the newspaper
As father another lock on the door
And reflects the violent times that we are living in
While chatting with the beater next door
If paradise to you is cheap beer and
Home truths are missed
Something every football fan knows
It only five fingers to form a fist

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

seesbut does not read the peeling posters
And can't believe that a world to be won
But in the schools and in the public houses
The battle of 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