After The War
(John Wetton / Geoff Downes) 

For those that are able 
To go underground 
Missiles disenable 
They hit faster than sound  [bad word] and you have no choice 
The helpless with one human foice 
That will categorically say 
This underdog will have his day 

One more dead is one more than it ought to be 
travesty 
One more missed will be kissed to eternity 
Or purgatory 

After the war 

Red button he's pressing 
But he knows not why 
He's programming orders 
War lights up the sky 
He's on the hotline tonight 
His mind is high as a kite 
His fingers decide wrong or right 
This man has it all in his sights 

Used as tools to believe in autonomy 
Minorities are no more 
Men are fools, one last cry to humanity 
No sanity any more 

After the war 

On my arm, a tattoo for my sons to be 
That numbers you and me 
There's a scar on my face 
That is photographed for all to see 

After the war