Us...And Them. We Are Mexi-Cans. Not Mexican'ts. In Mexico City's Venice

 US...and Them, and after all we're only ordinary (wo)men....

  Me...and you...God only knows, it's not what we would choose to do...

  Forward he cried 
from the rear and front flank died...
 And the General sat, as 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

 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 that's what the fightings all about

Get out of the way, it's a busy day 

And I've got things on my mind

For want of the price of tea and a slice


 The old man died