Bring the boys back 

They're under attack 

Pack up your stuff 

before you get smacked 

The maps are folded 

The truck's are loaded 

The spirit of the troops 

by the heat remolded 

the plan was simple 

and time was crucial 

who knows now if 

it's still essential? 

a sort of revenge 

gone out of hand 

black gold is worth 

a few dead men 



find the getaway 

time to get away 

find the getaway 

finally get away 



bring the kids home 

since they're on hold 

the sky above their head 

is filled with black smoke 

no more to prove 

their minds get loose 

becoming targets 

a mirage confused 

the world is watching 

the moves you're making 

and every action 

might be mistaken 

no one's a winner 

but you ain't losers 

as we fill our tanks 

you're damn good soldiers 



find the getaway 

time to get away 

find the getaway 

finally get away 



away from here 

the battlefields of gods 

the wasteland of titans 

where everything's destroyed 



only speculations 

who speaks for you 

as they make their millions 

I speak for you 



Wait for orders! 

Please stand by! 

let's call it even 

even now, even now 

before it's too late 



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