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