The order comes through from the rear echelon
Its time to get going, grow up and move on
I don’t see the general in the field with me
His office, his salary, ready to leave
Like toy soldiers we fall in line
Like toy soldiers in the hands of a child
Like toy soldiers we march blindly on
Though we don’t know whats beyond
A union jack and a box with our name
Thats all we get for the price we pay
The sacrifice for the England we loved
Its dead and gone rising above with us
Like toy soldiers we do what we’re told
Like toy soldiers we never grow old
Like toy soldiers we feel no pain
But hear the lonely trumpet in the pouring rain
The last post rings out again
Through faith and rain our hopes descend
The last post played for broken parts
And coming home alive means a guilty heart
Solo
Like toy soldiers we fall in line
Like toy soldiers in the hands of a child
Like toy soldiers we feel no pain
But hear the lonely trumpet in the pouring rain
The last post rings out again
Through faith and rain our hopes descend
The last post played for broken parts
And coming home alive means a guilty heart
The last post rings out again
A child’s tears a wife’s lament
The last post played for broken parts
And coming home alive greeted with broken hearts
Like toy soldiers we can start no wars
But soon there’ll be no more
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