text: Us and them
  And after all, were only ordinary men
  Me and you
  God only knows, its 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, its only round and 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
  Theyre maybe gonna kill ya. So like, if you give em a quick, short, sharp, shock, they dont do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off light, come to think. Of rationalising it, once. Its only a difference, but why go and ruin it? 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 want of the price of tea and a slice
  The old man died