The Home Front Lyrics

Song	The Home Front
Artist	Billy Bragg
Album	Talking with the Taxman About Poetry
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	作词 : Bragg
	Father mowsthe lawn and Mother peels the potatoes
	Grandma lays the table alone
	And adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldier
	In this Holy of Holies, the Home
	And from the TV an unwatched voice
	Suggests the answer is to plant more trees
	The scrawl on the wall says what about the workers
	And the voice of the people says more salt please
	Mother shakesher head and reads aloud from the newspaper
	As Father puts another lock on the door
	And reflects upon the violent times that we are living in
	While chatting with the wife beater next door
	If paradise to you is cheap beer and overtime
	Home truths are easily missed
	Something that every football fan knows
	It only takes five fingers to form a fist
	And whenit rains here It rains so hard
	But never hard enough to wash away the sorrow
	I'll trade my love today for a greater love tomorrow
	The lonely child looks out and dreams of independence
	From this family life sentence
	Mother seesbut does not read the peeling posters
	And can't believe that there's a world to be won
	But in the public schools and in the public houses
	The Battle of Britain goes on
	The constantpromise of jam tomorrow
	Is the New Breed's litany and verse
	If it takes another war to fill the churches of England
	Then the world the meek inherit, what will it be worth
	Mother fightsthe tears and Father, his sense of outrage
	And attempts to justify the sacrifice
	To pass their creed down to another generation
	'Anything for the quiet life'
	In the Land of a Thousand Doses
	Where nostalgia is the opium of the age
	Our place in History is as
	clock watchers, old timers, window shoppers.

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

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

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