I lay in the poppies in the field of death
A man falls to my right, a boy to my left
People die, but I don't know who they are
English, German, they're all the same.
I lay in the poppies in the field of death
The world falls to my right, the future to my left
People die, but I don't know who they are
English, German, they're all the same..
Thank you for dying for nothing
For rich men who live on the hill
Even though they realized they were just men
Their commanders forced them to kill.
Thank you for dying I know you were scared
For rich men who just didn't care
And as you lay in the poppies of death
You prayed that you were the last one who left..
I lay in the poppies in the field of death
A man shoots to my right, a boy to my left
People kill, and I know who they are
French, Austrian, they're all the same
I lay in the poppies in the field of death
Freedom falls to my right, humanity to my left
Countries kill and I know just who they are
France, Austria, they're all the same
Thank you for dying for nothing
For rich men who live on the hill
Even though they realized they were just men
Their commanders forced them to kill.
Thank you for dying I know you were scared
For rich men who just didn't care
And as you lay in the poppies of death
You prayed that you were the last one who left.
A man falls to my right, a boy to my left
People die, but I don't know who they are
English, German, they're all the same.
I lay in the poppies in the field of death
The world falls to my right, the future to my left
People die, but I don't know who they are
English, German, they're all the same..
Thank you for dying for nothing
For rich men who live on the hill
Even though they realized they were just men
Their commanders forced them to kill.
Thank you for dying I know you were scared
For rich men who just didn't care
And as you lay in the poppies of death
You prayed that you were the last one who left..
I lay in the poppies in the field of death
A man shoots to my right, a boy to my left
People kill, and I know who they are
French, Austrian, they're all the same
I lay in the poppies in the field of death
Freedom falls to my right, humanity to my left
Countries kill and I know just who they are
France, Austria, they're all the same
Thank you for dying for nothing
For rich men who live on the hill
Even though they realized they were just men
Their commanders forced them to kill.
Thank you for dying I know you were scared
For rich men who just didn't care
And as you lay in the poppies of death
You prayed that you were the last one who left.
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