Pink Floyd:Us And Them

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."

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 fighting's all about?

Out of the way, it's a busy day,
I've got things on my mind.
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.