Silently to silence fall
In the fields of futile war
Toys of death are spitting lead
Where boys that were our soldiers bled
Warhorse 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 [bad word] again
Should we be fighting at all?

Once a ploughman hitched 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 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? 
Is it 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 at home when the battles are done
After the war when 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]