us and them

us, and them, and after all were only ordinary men. me, and you. god only knows its 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 its only round and round. haven't you heard its a battle of words, the poster bearer cried. listen son, said the man with the gun, theres 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 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 cant be helped but theres a lot of it about. with, without. and who'll deny its what the fightings all about?, out of the way, its a busy day, ive got things on my mind. for the want of the price of tea and a slice, the old man died.