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 generals sat
while 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
it’s only 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 if you give ‘em a quick short, sharp, shock, they won’t do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off lightly, ‘cos 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
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 the want of the price
of tea and a slice
The old man died.