The Aftermath Letras

Silently to silence fall
In the fields of futile war
Toys of death are spitting lead
Where boys that were our soldiers bled
War horse and war machine

Curse the name of liberty

Marching on as if they should

Mix in the dirt our brothers' blood



In the mud and rain

What are we fighting for

Is it worth the pain

It is worth dying for

Who will take the blame

Why did they make a war

Questions that come again

Should we be fighting at all



Once a ploughtman hitched his team

Here he sowed his little cream

Now bodies arms and legs are strewn

Where mustard gas and barbwire blooom

Each moment's like a year

I've nothing left inside for tears

Comrades dead or dying lie

I'm left alone asking why



In the mud and rain

What are we fighting for

Is it worth the pain

It is worth dying for

Who will take the blame

Why did they make a war

Questions that come again

Should we be fighting at all



After the war

Left feeling no one has won

After the war

What does a soldier become