Vera by Pink Floyd
Us, and themAnd after all we're only ordinary men.Me, and you.God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.Forward he cried from the rearand the front rank died.And the general sat and the lines on the mapmoved from side to side.Black and blueAnd 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 wordsThe poster bearer cried.Listen son, said the man with the gunThere'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 offlightly, '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 mannersdon't cost nothing do they, eh?"
Down and outIt 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 dayI've got things on my mind.For the want of the price of tea and a sliceThe old man died.