Us and them
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
Forward, he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
The general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and down
And in the end it's only round and round, and round
Haven't you heard? It's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried
Listen, son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside
(I mean, they're not gonna kill ya)
(So like, if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock)
(They won't do it again)
(Dig it? I mean he got off lightly)
('Cause I would've given him a thrashing)
(I only hit him once!)
(It was only a difference of right and wrong, innit?)
(But really, I mean good manners don't cost nothing do they, eh?)
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died
