between the buried and me
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 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 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  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