But I can't help feeling that it needn't have been
There was no turning back
So he gave up his life for some psychopath's dream
So we're leaving the front
Now we're tired of the slaughter in some foreign land
So the leaders of the war
They fight alone on the shore
Our mutiny over they are left on the sand
We are an army now of many thousand strong
To fight for ravaged land to gain their worthless throne
Great armies meet in no man's land
To clench their hands in friendship
A mass of tired humanity drifting toward the dawn