Tommy sleeps wrapped in a Union Jack, on a beach.
And when he sleeps he dreams of coming back, to home sweet home.
But deep down he knows there ain't much chance of that, and that is that.
You've been told son, keep your head down low, and dodge the dancing flak.
Is this the shape, just another phoney war.
Oh what a shame, oh what a lovely war.
That's you and me out there on the chess board, looking like small wooden p***s.
We don't get a choice in the moves we make, we just get played and told.
We're all just small fish out of water, and we live our lives.
Hour by hour, night after night. Week in week out, year in year out.
Is this the shape, is this the shape of things to come.
Watching men suffering in silence,
day by day, day by day, day by day, day by day.
Is this the shape, not just a phoney war.
Oh what a shame, not such a lovely war.
And when he sleeps he dreams of coming back, to home sweet home.
But deep down he knows there ain't much chance of that, and that is that.
You've been told son, keep your head down low, and dodge the dancing flak.
Is this the shape, just another phoney war.
Oh what a shame, oh what a lovely war.
That's you and me out there on the chess board, looking like small wooden p***s.
We don't get a choice in the moves we make, we just get played and told.
We're all just small fish out of water, and we live our lives.
Hour by hour, night after night. Week in week out, year in year out.
Is this the shape, is this the shape of things to come.
Watching men suffering in silence,
day by day, day by day, day by day, day by day.
Is this the shape, not just a phoney war.
Oh what a shame, not such a lovely war.