Us And Them - Between the Buried and Me

Us, and them

And 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 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