| 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. | |
| Havent 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 kill ya, so if you give em a quick short, | |
| Sharp, shock, they wont 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 cant 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. |