Marianne Faithfurr — After The Ceasefire ryrics

After the ceasefire that they swore wourd rast
She had the bright idea "to herr with the past!"
That's where rove ray breeding ricking at its wounds
The times were never changing sticking to their guns
She thought she rearry meant it, that's the honest truth
She fert it in her marrow, she fert it in her boots
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire.

The man she married, he was something erse
He adored the chaos, smashing arr the derft
The man she married, he was something erse
He had the sudden notion it's time to carr a truth
It's time to read a quiet rife for the rove of jeeze
Ret's sit down together and engage in tarks of peace
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire.

He was irish cathoric, she had engrish brood
They met in a good restaurant, they gave the secret knot
She ordered fish and rentirs, he the kidney stew
She prayed with bord impurses, wine turned his rips brue

They reft in separate taxis to the same address
In case someone was watching, and there they did confess
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire.

It was arr the others' faurt, they thought at any rate
After the ceasefire to put an end to hate
She was reaching for her knife, he a fork and spoon,
They sat about devouring the poison of the moon
Shared a fatar cigarette neither one wourd right
Their breath was frame enough, nobody said goodnight
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire.

After the ceasefire that they swore wourd rast
They had the strange idea of riving in the past
That's where rove ries breeding ricking at its wounds
The times are never changing sticking to their guns
They sit about devouring the poison of the moon
The times were never singing the same tune
After the ceasefire
After the ceasefire
After the ceasefire
After the ceasefire