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It's half past five as he opens the door

Lost in his thoughts, his eyes to the floor

Two years to go before he retires

Sits back in his chair and he stares at the wireless

Now he knows

It's about time

Face the facts

He feels

There's pain in his body, his heart filled with grief

He's sixty years old and wonders what to believe

He's never benn so confused in his life

But awareness cames slowly since she died in '85

Now he knows...

(His sons are coming over every and of the week

And it fills him with anger as he hears them speak)

About niggers and faggots

Who deserve led

And police should fire

If suspicion they had

No room for doubt back in those days

No time to think as he worked like a slave

The God he once trusted, the faith he once had

Well life shows the facts, it was all in his hand

Now he knows...

It hurts him to see his sons turned out to be

Even more blind than he has ever been

He's lived a life of patterns, the one straight line

But his sons never noticed all he left unwind

Will it take

Sixty years

To realize

The values of life