War.

'Ere I go to war again,
To do me masters willin'.
It's them up top wot starts it,
But me wot gets the killin'.

Why can't they just sit 'n' talk,
Like grown ups orta do.
'Stead of 'avin tantrums,
An' slayin me 'n' you.

I notice they all stand well back,
Is us wot's up the front.
They're playin' chess wiv flesh 'n' blood.
Wot a bleedin' gormless stunt.