The Aftermath (live)

Silently to silence fall In the fields of future 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 Is it 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 ploughman hitches his team Here he sowed his little dream Now bodies arms and legs are strewn Where mustard gas and barbwire bloom Each moment's like a year I've nothing legt inside for tears Comrades dead or dying lie I'm left alone asking why After the war Left feeling no one has won After the war What does a soldier become