Who is the real winner?

We have won the war!

We have won the war!

Our battles weren't perfect

But who was keeping score

So let's take a seat an grab a drink

And while the others weep, we will not sleep

For the victors get the spoils of another mans oil

And well plant the seeds of our legacy

Deep inside their soil.

For all around the world to see

 

So what are your plans this evening

I've got a Saturday Night Special with your name on it

Which way ,which way,

Which way do we go from here

for there is no longer a place called home

No place to lay alone

Comments

matt_mdc

I wrote this as a song for my band, but when we fell apart, there was no chance to use it.  I like the words and I feel it gives off a sort of seedy, dark vibe which you would expect from a political song.  It started as just writing and then came into this.  Sad I couldn't finish it to complete the song, but, it is what it is.

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