After the Glandolinian War - Jordaan Mason & Jordaan Mason & the Horse Museum

So many came before you, The prisoners of fate. A history of bloodshed, A legacy of hate. But where will you be standing When the battles have been won? Inside your lonely fortress The battle's just begun. After the war Who will you be fighting for? After the war is over. After the fire Is burning to its dying embers. After the war. A letter from the draft board, Put pain to all your dreams. You're just another number In military schemes. They marched you in a uniform You wore against your will. With lies of hope and glory, They taught you how to kill. After the war Who will you be fighting for? After the war is over. After the fire Is burning to its dying embers. After the war. After the war, You thought you'd be a hero. After all that you survived. If hell was meant for heroes, You'd surely have arrived. After the war. After the war Who will you be fighting for? After the war Who will you be fighting for? After the fire Is burning to its dying embers. After the war.

Rene and Georgette Magritte With their dog after the war Returned to their hotel suite And they unlocked the door Easily losing their evening clothes They danced by the light of the moon To the Penguins, the Moonglows The Orioles, the Five Satins The deep forbidden music They'd been longing for Rene and Georgette Magritte With their dog after the war Rene and Georgette Magritte With their dog after the war Were strolling down Christopher Street When they stopped in a men's store With all of the mannequins dressed in the style They brought tears to their immigrant eyes Just like The Penguins, the Moonglows The Orioles, the Five Satins The easy stream of laughter Flowing through the air Rene and Georgette Magritte With their dog apres la guerre Side by side, they fell asleep Decades gliding by like Indians time is cheap When they wake up, they will find All their personal belongings have intertwined Rene and Georgette Magritte With their dog after the war Were dining with the power elite And they looked in their bedroom drawer And what do you think, they have hidden away In the cabinet cold of their hearts? The Penguins, the Moonglows The Orioles and the Five Satins For now and ever after as it was before Rene and Georgette Magritte With their dog after the war

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