Pink Floyd Follow

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.