The Aftermath
(Bayley, Gers, Harris)

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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] again 
Should we be fighting at all 
After the war 
Left feeling no one has won 
After the war 
What does a soldier [bad word] 

After the war 
Left feeling no one has won 
After the war 
What does a soldier [bad word] What is it ... after the war and no one has won, I'm just a soldier!!! 
After the war 
Left feeling no one has won 
After the war 
What does a soldier [bad word] 

After the war 
Left feeling no one has won 
After the war 
What does a soldier [bad word] Ooooooh! Oooh!