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Truce Lyrics - Artist : Robinson, Tom
Truce, call a truce
Stop all the firing and the fighting Christmas morning, 1914 What would the good Lord say? Truce, call a truce Stop all the shelling and the shooting Froehliche Weinacht Kamerad, Freundschaft Let's all be friends for a day In the man made hell In the putrescent smell In the mines and mud and trenches The men from the Rhine crossed over the line For a truce... With the Tommies and the Frenchies But the very next day There were hand grenades There was gunfire, gassing and slaughter As we blasted the Hun To Kingdom Come With machine guns, shelling and mortars It was nice to pretend We could all live as friends With the Christmas angels calling But the dream turned sour In a matter of hours And we made it all up in the morning Truce, call a truce Stop all the bitching and backbiting Who'd leave their lover Or send in the bailiffs This one day of the year? Truce, call a truce Stop all the sackings and the stealing Who'd rape a schoolgirl Or cut off someone's pension And spoil all this Christmas cheer There's a couple of days when the bashers of gays Who oppress, arrest and charge us All leave us alone to return back home For a truce... With our mothers and our fathers But the very next day it's back to the fray And setting our homes in order Bashing Lesbian mothers And underage lovers Disowning gay sons and daughters Well it's quaint to pretend We can love our fellow men With the Christmas angels calling But the dream turns sour In a matter of hours And they make it all up in the morning |
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