Tinsmith - Veteran's Lament lyrics

When men on their thrones Make light of our lives Only they themselves are unscathed Not even can justice survive Survive… These are the forsaken sons Of a forsaken time These are the ill gotten gains Of an ill begot war No pistols at dawn No battle songs Just dead and wounded and maimed And men on both sides who've done wrong Done wrong… These are the ill gotten sons Of an ill gotten time These are the ill gotten gains Of an ill begot war As useful as pawns As faithful as dogs So fierce and unyielding in vain But cut down as easy as logs As logs… These are the damn rotten sons Of a damn rotten time These are the ill gotten gains Of an ill begot war