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

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

And whenit here it rains so hard
But never 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 not read the peeling posters
And can't believe that there's a to be won
But in the public and in the public houses
The battle of britain on
The constantpromise of jam
Is the new litany and verse
If it takes another war to fill the churches of
Then the world the meek inherit, what will it be