Young men, soldiers, nineteen fourteen
Marching through countries they'd never seen
Virgins with rifles, a game of charades
All for a children's crusade

Pawns in the game are not victims of chance
Strewn on the fields of belgium and france
Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed

The children of england would never be slaves
They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The flower of england face down in the mud
And stained in the blood of a whole generation

Corpulent generals safe behind lines
History's lessons drowned in red wine
Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed
All for a children's crusade

The children of england would never be slaves
They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The flower of england face down in the mud
And stained in the blood of a whole generation

Midnight in soho, nineteen eighty-four
Fixing in doorways, opium slaves
Poppies for young men, such bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed
All for a children's crusade

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• Consider Me Gone
• Fortress Around Your Heart
• If You Love Somebody Set Them Free
• Love is The Seventh Wave
• Moon Over Bourbon Street
• Russians
• Shadows in The Rain
• We Work The Black Seam