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

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, ’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 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

[By Roger Waters – Richard Wright © Harvest, 1974]