Us and Them (© Pink Floyd)

Us and themAnd 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
As 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.”

“Well, I mean, they’re gonna kill ya, so like, if you give ’em a quick sh…short, sharp shock, they don’t do it again.
Dig it? I mean he got off light, ’cause I could’ve given ‘I’m a thrashin’ but I only hit him once.
It’s only the difference between right and wrong innit? 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?
Get out of the way,
It’s a busy day
And I’ve got things on my mind.

For want of the price
Of tea and a slice
The old man died.