You can't make mother groan
Even when her soldier sonny
shakes his iron cocktail in the air...
You can't make mother cry
You can't make her give consent
If sleeping brings relief
If sleeping brings relief
She can go lie down and slumber
If sleeping brings relief
She puts her hands down into the sink
Down there beneath the dishes
Where the knives lie crossed
She can't stop the kiddies talking
They flap until they lather
For the agony of millions
And if sleeping brings relief
They can go lie down and slumber
And if sleeping brings relief
And if sleeping brings relief
And there be no release from anguish
For this slapstick generation
And there be no peace for all the kiddies
And the field of gorgeous bodies
Primed and ready in the sun
And the white flag of peace
Limp and useless in the air...
And the white flag of peace
Limp and useless in the air, yeah!
And if sleeping brings relief
You can all go lie down and slumber
And if sleeping brings relief