The Christmas cards and greetings are arriving\\
across the shifty sands to the war\\
By the time I get to read them she'll be rising\\
to a 50/50 chance and nothing more\\
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Through the sleet and drizzle\\
you can hear the sounds of soldiers\\
The [[Kalashnikov and splutter]]\\
on a sunny day\\
From the East of middle\\
to the North and South of nowhere\\
People earn their bread and butter\\
in some funny ways\\
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Meanwhile . .\\
In the corridors of power\\
where the talks are in full swing\\
if you can't say it with flowers\\
then don't say anything\\
\\
Because I want to see my children\\
grow up into healthy human beings\\
I want to see them walking, running.\\
playing, laughing and singing\\
\\
In the corridors of power\\
where the talks are in full swing\\
if you can't say it with flowers\\
then don't say anything\\
\\
I'm just outside the home of Christmas now\\
and I'm dying\\
A across the shifty sands there's blood and guts\\
By the time I get to Jesus she'll still be crying\\
I guess a 50/50 chance wasn't good enough\\