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 Fröhliche Weinacht Kamerad, Freundschaft Let's all be friends for a days
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 Kingdome Come With machine guns, shelling and mortars
Well it was nice to pretend We could love our fellow men 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 could all live as friends With the Christmas angels calling But the dream turns sour In a matter of hours And they make it all up in the morningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.