There were the wounded in the corridors
The dead upon the floors
Did it really really matter
What this bloody war stood for?
If those whose anger really mattered
Were the first sent to the front
Would there be more time to reason
Time to talk and sit around
time to discuss every angle
So we would find some common grounds
Or would they grab their ready weapons
Place some mother’s son in sight
Place their finger on that trigger
Brother, go and meet your maker

 War bloody war

You took out sons and son in laws
Daughters crying mothers more
Bodies scattered on foreign shore
I don’t want no bloody hero
I just want to watch my kids grow
Don’t want pomp and ceremonies
Flags draped upon silent bodies
War bloody war
If the leaders who first called it
Were sent to the front and fought it
were politicians put on planes
And sent to fight on  foreign shores
If their children carried bodies
Various limbs to reconcile
Dropped upon a waiting nation
Faced machine guns single file
If they’d visit every family
To bring the news of those we lost
Sat with mothers through the crying
Sat with brothers who were dying
Sat with fathers un denying
Sisters, lovers, sobbing, sighing
If they spoke to sons and daughters
Why their kin were sent to slaughter
Then I am sure there will be less
Of this war bloody war
Oh yes,

I am sure there would be less
Of this war bloody war