Raise your glass, share a toast,
Another young life lost.
Celebrate! The war is done!
Don't think about the cost.
Innocent blood stains your palms,
So quickly hide them from your view,
It doesn't matter in the end,
That she died because of you.
Go about your happy life,
Spare no time for regret.
And in the night, when your alone,
She won't let you forget.
That poor lost girl you sacrificed,
Will haunt you 'til the end.
You sent a child to end a war...
And she thought you were her friend.