This is as I hear it- just a few tweaks to the suggestions above.


POOR MURDERED MEN
(Jon Heslop)

On the edge of a corn field somewhere in France
Birds sweetly sing, butterflies dance
Two soldiers are sat, call them Tommy and Hans
They sit and remember the war

CHORUS
So we laugh at your crocodile tears and your lies
Sneer when you mention the great sacrifice
Poor murdered men, never lay down their lives
They're sent to be killed in the war

Two soldiers in greatcoats, one khaki, one grey
We both had loved ones left far away
And doesn't it seem bloody stupid today
To sit and remember the war

We've sat here for years, with bomb and with shell
Raining around a mad mud-caked hell
And with every explosion another friend fell
Another man murdered by war

Politicians who sat by their firesides at night
Think paper poppies make it all right
Christ, I wish that we'd had just a few in our sights
We'd teach them who pays for the war

Two soldiers in greatcoats, one khaki, one grey
As dusk gently falls to swallow the day
Into the shadows, their ghosts fade away
And leave us to weep for the war