Us, and them. And after all we are only ordinary men.
'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... But 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...'
Us and Them - Pink Floyd