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 And 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 But 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 "I mean, they're not gunna k** ya, so if you give 'em a quickshort
Sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off Lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit himonce! It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean goodmanners 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 the want of the price of tea and a slice The old man died