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

Mother shakesher head and reads from the newspaper
As father another lock on the door
And reflects the violent times that we are living in
While with the wife beater next door
If paradise to you is cheap and overtime
Home truths are easily
Something every football fan knows
It only takes five to form a fist

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

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