Billy Bragg - The Homefront Lyrics
Father mowsthe lawn and mother peels the potatoesGrandma lays the table aloneAnd adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldierIn this holy of holies, the homeAnd from the tv an unwatched voiceSuggests the answer is to plant more treesThe scrawl on the wall says what about the workersAnd the voice of the people says more salt pleaseMother shakesher head and reads aloud from the newspaperAs father puts another lock on the doorAnd reflects upon the violent times that we are living inWhile chatting with the wife beater next doorIf paradise to you is cheap beer and overtimeHome truths are easily missedSomething that every football fan knowsIt only takes five fingers to form a fistAnd whenit rains here it rains so hardBut never hard enough to wash away the sorrowIll trade my love today for a greater love tomorrowThe lonely child looks out and dreams of independenceFrom this family life sentenceMother seesbut does not read the peeling postersAnd cant believe that theres a world to be wonBut in the public schools and in the public housesThe battle of britain goes onThe constantpromise of jam tomorrowIs the new breeds litany and verseIf it takes another war to fill the churches of englandThen the world the meek inherit, what will it be worthMother fightsthe tears and father, his sense of outrageAnd attempts to justify the sacrificeTo pass their creed down to another generationanything for the quiet lifeIn the land of a thousand dosesWhere nostalgia is the opium of the ageOur place in history is asClock watchers, old timers, window shoppers.
