The Day After Christmas

With the day after Christmas We return to the normality Of me not looking at you And you not talking to me With hands deep in our pockets Holding tight the spare change Where we don't loose what little we've got Or give too much away Where all that is seen Is the blind destiny As I climb over you On the rung of what's in it for me With the day after Christmas We're back to where we were Not trying to be Such good boys and girls Where a grudge I unwrap And think bad about you Wait a minute that Was the day before too Where we take peace on Earth And good will towards men And pack it away For another year Where the Government Sends us back to the war With no earthly idea Of what we're fighting for Where we don't listen To the cries of the children As all of this happens The day after Christmas