Lyrics
Silent soldiers on a silver screen
Framed in fantasies and drugged in dreams
Unpaid actors of the mystery
The mad director knows that freedom will not make you free
And what's this got to do with me?
Chorus:
I declare the war is over
It's over
It's over
Carboard cowboys of a new frontier
Drowning Indians in vats of beer
The troops are leaving on the Trojan train
The sun is in their eyes, but I am hiding from the rain
Now one of us must be insane
Chorus
All the children play with Gatling guns
Tattooed mothers with their tattooed sons
The strong will wonder if they're really strong
It doesn't matter lately whether we are right or wrong
But surely we've gone on too long
Chorus
Angry artists painting angry signs
Use their vision just to blind the blind
Poisoned players of a grisly game
One is guilty and the other gets to point the blame
Pardon me if I refrain
Chorus
Drums are drizzling on a grain of sand
Fading rhythms of a fading land
Prove your courage in the proud parade
Trust your leaders where mistakes are almost never made
And they're afraid that I'm afraid
Yes, I'm afraid the war is over
But at least we're working building tanks and planes
And a raise is coming so we can't complain
The master of the march has lost his mind
Perhaps, some other war, this fabled farce would all be fine
But now we're running out of time
Chorus
So, do your duty boys and join with pride
Serve your country in her suicide
Find a flag so you can wave good-bye
But just before the end even treason might be worth a try
This country is too young to die
Chorus
One-legged veterans will greet the dawn
And they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn
And the gargoyles only sit and grieve
The gypsy fortuneteller told me we've been deceived
You only are what you believe
And I believe the war is over, it's over
Notes
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