There’s Batman & Robin and Joker the fool
Two-face and Penguin, The Riddlers a Tool
Superman, Aquaman, Green Lanterns Light
Cyborg and Nightwing are Ravens delight

As I walk through the Poppy Fields
Watching the Red Flower glow
I pause, and reflect, on the men that fell
Men I didn’t even know.

Loved ones from a different time.
Taken from us in their prime
Bodies lying dead strewed all around
The grave stones of people from all different towns.

In the Poppy fields as I ponder
I sit and think and often wonder
What might have been all those

In my life I've had heartache and pain over and over and over again.
I’ve been battered and beaten for no **** good reason. Accused and abused no matter the season

I’ve laughed I’ve cried & remembered those who have died like My brother, My Sister My Mum  and My Dad. They were  All in my life all that I had. I tell a lie I have another brother too from a family of six down to just two.

In my life I’ve seen things that make me cry, like a dog with its head blown off I don’t know why. I seen a man who died from falling from on high. It’s vague image now and yes he did die. In my life I’ve lost those that I loved, some are still here and some are above. I have six children who I really miss, my babies are growing up I have no one to kiss.

In my life I remember faces and places and names of people from all different races. I’ve held  Kangaroos, Koalas, & Snakes I've seen people who just love eating cakes.
The memories are clear, true and unjust In My Life they were people I'd trust

As I leave my loved ones so far behind
They are never further from my mind
My Wife, My Son, My baby daughter
We go over the top like lambs to the slaughter
I peek out, pop my head out ever so slightly
I’m scared that I will never get back to Dear old Blighty

The days, the weeks, and months pass by,
I’ve seen so many soldiers I’ve watched them all die
Friends and comrades from all different ages
There’s a soldier who writes home he uses some many pages
For King, For Country, for an Empire so mighty
I hope someday to go back to Dear old Blighty.

My friends are gone, there is no one
They all died in the battle of the Somme
This war that I leave makes me grieve
I'm not sure if I can go on
I’ve been shot, I’m wounded but thank god Almighty
I’m going home back to Dear old Blighty

All my Yesterday’s are all your Tomorrow’s
And Tomorrow is a day I long for
To see my wife, My children, To eat good english food
Will there be no end to this needless war

All my Yesterday’s should always be your Tomorrow’s
And tomorrow is a day that I miss
For yesterday is just a dream
There is no time to reminisce

All my Yesterday’s are like all your Tomorrow’s
And Tomorrow never comes
for Tomorrow is just a vision
With a distant sound of the drums

All my Yesterday’s will always be your Tomorrow’s
How have I managed to cope
Yesterday is just a dream of happiness
And Every Tomorrow is a vision of Hope

There was a small brown Richard the third
In my hands it’s sounds absurd
I looked at it and stared at it
And thought it best
To put the Richard The Third back in its nest

My benefits were stopped after I lost my appeal
For a problem with my back which is ever so real

I applied for a job with real good money
I have to take it serious this job isn’t funny

I’m approaching 50 with enough to show
They liked my cv that I do know

I’m glad I’m off that awful benefits
It’s get you down makes you feel like ****

My back will not dictate to me anymore
I’m in charge it will know the score.

At last I have turned a corner in my life
My next objective is to get me a wife.

I’m happy not sad and I’m not a cruiser
I have a friend who really is a loser

The people at my appeal did me a favour
Finally I have something that I can savour

From 16 years old I was on benefits
Coasting through life it really is the pits.

But finally after trying for so many years
I got myself a job so cheers