Lirama

Us, and them, and after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you, god only knows it's noz what we would choose to do
Forward he cried from the rear and the front ranks 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 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 gunna 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 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