luni, 15 martie 2010

I am... "The old man died..."




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
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.

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