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 generals 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

"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"

They're maybe gonna kill ya. So like, if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they don't do it again. Dig it?
I mean he get off [bad word] to think. …of rationalizing it, once.
It's only a difference, but why go [bad word] it?
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