Say It with Flowers

The Christmas cards and greetings are arriving
 across the shifty sands to the wall
 By the time I get to read them
 she'll be rising
 to a fifty/fifty chance
 and nothing more
 WAR!
 Through the sleet and drizzle
 you can hear the sound of soldiers
 The Kalashnikov and splutter
 on a sunny day
 from the east and middle
 to the north and south and nowhere
 people earn their bread and butter
 in some funny ways
 WAR!
 Meanwhile...
 In the corridors of power
 where the talks are in full swing
 if you can't say it with flowers
 than don't say anything
 I want to see my children
 grow up in to healthy human beings
 I wanna see them walking, running
 playing, laughing, and singing
 WAR!
 In the corridors of power
 where the talks are in full swing
 if you can't say it with flowers
 than don't say anything
 I'm just outside the home of Christmas now
 and I'm dying
 all across the shifty sands
 there's blood and guts
 by the time I get to Jesus
 she'll still be crying
 I guess a fifty/fifty chance
 wasn't good enough