The Home Front
๐ต 1895 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:13 duration
๐ ID: 11576920
๐ Lyrics
Father mows the lawn and mother peels 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 shakes her 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 to 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 when it 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 sees but 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 constant promise 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 fights the 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.
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
Grandma lays the table alone
Where's that photograph of the unknown soldier
In this Holy of Holies, the Home
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
Grandma lays the table alone
Where's that photograph of the unknown soldier
In this Holy
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 shakes her 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 to 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 when it 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 sees but 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 constant promise 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 fights the 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.
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
Grandma lays the table alone
Where's that photograph of the unknown soldier
In this Holy of Holies, the Home
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
Grandma lays the table alone
Where's that photograph of the unknown soldier
In this Holy
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:17.64] Father mows the lawn and mother peels potatoes
[00:22.21] Grandma lays the table alone
[00:26.23] And adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldier
[00:31.06] In this Holy of Holies, the Home
[00:34.85] And from the TV an unwatched voice
[00:38.25] Suggests the answer is to plant more trees
[00:42.90] The scrawl on the wall says what about the workers
[00:47.26] And the voice of the people says more salt please
[00:52.00] Mother shakes her head and reads aloud from the newspaper
[00:56.09] As Father puts another lock on the door
[01:00.66] And reflects upon the violent times that we are living in
[01:04.98] While chatting to the wife beater next door
[01:09.47] If paradise to you is cheap beer and overtime
[01:13.82] Home truths are easily missed
[01:17.32] Something that every football fan knows
[01:21.87] It only takes five fingers to form a fist
[01:26.26] And when it rains here It rains so hard
[01:34.14] But never hard enough to wash away the sorrow
[01:39.46] I'll trade my love today for a greater love tomorrow
[01:43.71] The lonely child looks out and dreams of independence
[01:47.26] From this family life sentence
[01:52.38] Mother sees but does not read the peeling posters
[01:56.76] And can't believe that there's a world to be won
[02:00.95] But in the public schools and in the public houses
[02:05.53] The Battle of Britain goes on
[02:09.64] The constant promise of jam tomorrow
[02:13.20] Is the New Breed's litany and verse
[02:17.69] If it takes another war to fill the churches of England
[02:21.64] Then the world the meek inherit, what will it be worth
[02:26.80] Mother fights the tears and father, his sense of outrage
[02:31.03] And attempts to justify the sacrifice
[02:35.38] To pass their creed down to another generation
[02:39.91] 'Anything for the quiet life'
[02:44.26] In the Land of a Thousand Doses
[02:47.45] Where nostalgia is the opium of the age
[02:52.26] Our place in History is as
[02:54.92] Clock watchers, old timers, window shoppers.
[03:01.25] Father mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
[03:04.83] Grandma lays the table alone
[03:10.12] Where's that photograph of the unknown soldier
[03:14.64] In this Holy of Holies, the Home
[03:17.90] Father mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
[03:22.20] Grandma lays the table alone
[03:26.71] Where's that photograph of the unknown soldier
[03:31.02] In this Holy
[04:12.12]
[00:22.21] Grandma lays the table alone
[00:26.23] And adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldier
[00:31.06] In this Holy of Holies, the Home
[00:34.85] And from the TV an unwatched voice
[00:38.25] Suggests the answer is to plant more trees
[00:42.90] The scrawl on the wall says what about the workers
[00:47.26] And the voice of the people says more salt please
[00:52.00] Mother shakes her head and reads aloud from the newspaper
[00:56.09] As Father puts another lock on the door
[01:00.66] And reflects upon the violent times that we are living in
[01:04.98] While chatting to the wife beater next door
[01:09.47] If paradise to you is cheap beer and overtime
[01:13.82] Home truths are easily missed
[01:17.32] Something that every football fan knows
[01:21.87] It only takes five fingers to form a fist
[01:26.26] And when it rains here It rains so hard
[01:34.14] But never hard enough to wash away the sorrow
[01:39.46] I'll trade my love today for a greater love tomorrow
[01:43.71] The lonely child looks out and dreams of independence
[01:47.26] From this family life sentence
[01:52.38] Mother sees but does not read the peeling posters
[01:56.76] And can't believe that there's a world to be won
[02:00.95] But in the public schools and in the public houses
[02:05.53] The Battle of Britain goes on
[02:09.64] The constant promise of jam tomorrow
[02:13.20] Is the New Breed's litany and verse
[02:17.69] If it takes another war to fill the churches of England
[02:21.64] Then the world the meek inherit, what will it be worth
[02:26.80] Mother fights the tears and father, his sense of outrage
[02:31.03] And attempts to justify the sacrifice
[02:35.38] To pass their creed down to another generation
[02:39.91] 'Anything for the quiet life'
[02:44.26] In the Land of a Thousand Doses
[02:47.45] Where nostalgia is the opium of the age
[02:52.26] Our place in History is as
[02:54.92] Clock watchers, old timers, window shoppers.
[03:01.25] Father mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
[03:04.83] Grandma lays the table alone
[03:10.12] Where's that photograph of the unknown soldier
[03:14.64] In this Holy of Holies, the Home
[03:17.90] Father mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
[03:22.20] Grandma lays the table alone
[03:26.71] Where's that photograph of the unknown soldier
[03:31.02] In this Holy
[04:12.12]