The Men They Couldn't Hang - Tiny Soldiers lyrics

There's a troop of tiny tin soldiers Marching to war 'cross the floor Towards an ambush by artillery Waiting behind the door Plastic tanks, trucks and armoured cars Catapults, ships and guns It's all a campaign in a childrens' game Toys for education and fun Every imaginable fighting force Is found in most little boys' rooms Moulding their minds for the future Into 'Action Men' they can become And the perfect present for a birthday Or the season of peace and goodwill Is a toy battlefield or a sword and a shield Or a book about people who k** Childrens' comics and posters Visions of violence and d**h Are pushed onto each generation Almost from the very first breath And it's been the same since Man became It looks as though it will stay And if this trend should ever end Would it make a difference anyway?