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 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 maybe gonna kill ya.

So like, if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock,

they don't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off light, come to think.

...Of rationalising it, once. It's only a difference,

but why go and ruin it?

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 fightings all about 　

Get out of the way, it's a busy day 　

And I've got things on my mind 　

For want of the price of tea and a slice 　

The old man died