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