Children’s Crusade Sting

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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