Then the world the meek inherit, what will it be worth
And attempts to justify the sacrifice
If paradise to you is cheap beer and overtime
And adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldier
While chatting to the wife beater next door
But in the public schools and in the public houses
It only takes five fingers to form a fist
To pass their creed down to another generation
And reflects upon the violent times that we are living in
[Incomprehensible]
Mother sees but does not read the peeling posters
The constant promise of jam tomorrow
In this Holy of Holies the Home
Old timers, window shoppers
The scrawl on the wall says what about the workers
Mother fights the tears and father, his sense of outrage
Where nostalgia is the opium of the age
In this Holy of Holies the Home
And when it rains here, it rains so hard
And the voice of the people says more salt please
Mother shakes her head and reads aloud from the newspaper
Our place in history is as clock watchers
And where's that photograph of the unknown soldier
And can't believe that there's a world to be won
From this family life sentence
And Father puts another lock on the door
And from the TV an unwatched voice
The Battle of Britian goes on
Home truths are easily missed
Is the New Breeds litany and verse
Suggests the answer is to plant more trees
If it takes another war to fill the churches of England
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
Something that every football fan knows
Anything for the quite life
I'll trade my love today for a greater love tomorrow
The lonely child looks out and dreams of independence
But never hard enough to wash away the sorrow
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
Grandma [Incomprehensible]
In the Land of a Thousand Doses
And where's that photograph of the unknown soldier
