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

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

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

Mother seesbut not read the peeling posters
And believe that there's 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 takes another war to fill the churches of
Then the world the meek inherit, what will it be