Us, and them And after all were only ordinary men Me, and you God only knows its noz 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 its only round and round Haven't you heard its a battle of words The poster bearer cried Listen son, said the man with the gun Theres room for you inside I mean, theyre not gunna k** ya, so if you give em a quick short Sharp, shock, they won't do it again. dig it? I mean he get off Lightly, cos I wouldve given him a thrashing - I only hit him once! It was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good manners Dont cost nothing do they, eh? Down and out It can't be helped but theres a lot of it about With, without And wholl deny its what the fightings all about? Out of the way, its a busy day Ive got things on my mind For the want of the price of tea and a slice The old man died