What is this war?nWhat are we celebrating for?nSaid the drunken diplomatnnWhat is this pain?nWhy is there only pain?nWhen there's nothing to be gainednnAll the killing has begunnThere is nowhere left to runnThere's no bridges left to burnnEvery gospel has been slayednAnd every killer-man's been paidnThere's no answer, only violencennWe could order up a drinknYou could tell me what to thinknThere's no bridges left to burnnIf Berlin falls tonight nThe snow would still be whitenWith no answer but violencennWho is this war?nIt's wasted and unsurenSaid the drunken diplomatnThere's no answer, only violencenThere's no answer, only violencenThere's no answer, only silence