| pre>c#m
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| Silent soldiers on a silver screen
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| A f#m e a f#m
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| Framed in fantasies and dragged in dream
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| Bm e7 a Unpaid actors of the mystery
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| Bm e f#m e The mad director knows that freedom will not make you free
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| F#m e And what’s this got to do with me
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| G d I declare the war is over
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| A e e a e c#m
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| It’s over, it’s over
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| Drums are drizzling on a grain of sand
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| Fading rhythms of a fading land
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| Prove your courage in the proud parade
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| Trust your leaders where mistakes are almost never made
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| And they’re afraid that i’m afraid
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| I’m afraid the war is over
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| It’s over, it’s over
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| Angry artists painting angry signs
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| Use their vision just to blind the blind
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| Poisoned players of a grizzly game
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| One is guilty and the other gets the point to blame
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| Pardon me if i refrain
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| I declare the war is over
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| It’s over, it’s over
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| So do your duty, boys, and join with pride
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| Serve your country in her suicide
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| Find the flags so you can wave goodbye
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| But just before the end even treason might be worth a try
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| This country is to young to die
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| I declare the war is over
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| It’s over, it’s over
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| One-legged veterans will greet the dawn
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| And they’re whistling marches as they mow the lawn
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| And the gargoyles only sit and grieve
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| The gypsy fortune teller told me that we’d been deceived
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| You only are what you believe
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| I believe the war is over
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| It’s over, it’s over |