Us, and them
And after all were 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 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.
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 wont do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, cos I wouldve 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.
And wholl deny it's what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
Ive got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
Some win some lose. The losers are sore. They scream about things that will never be the same.
Oh what a shame.
The pain in my head, they want grandma dead
I don't like their tone
Oh that's right she's in the home
All tucked away
Germany France Russia or Spain
Beatnics hippies skin heads and teabaggers
It's all the same
For it's always
Us and them
when will it end?
guess not until
the old man is dead