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" 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
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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"
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
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