And after all we're only ordinary men
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
Forward, he cried from the rear
The general sat and the lines on the map
And who knows which is which and who is who
And in the end it's only round and round, and round
Haven't you heard? It's a battle of words
Listen, son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside
(I mean, they're not gonna kill ya)
(So like, if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock)
(Dig it? I mean he got off lightly)
('Cause I would've given him a thrashing)
(It was only a difference of right and wrong, innit?)
(But really, I mean good manners don't cost nothing do they, eh?)
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
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