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

And in the end it's only round 'n 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 if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off lightly, 'cause I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once! It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners don't cost nothing do they, eh?"

 

Down and out

It can't be helped that 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