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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.
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.”
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.