Lyrics
Bring the boys back
They're under attack
Pack up your stuff
Before you get smacked
The maps are folded
The trucks are loaded
The spirit of the troops
By the heat remoulded
The plan was simple
Time was crucial
Who knew then
It would still be essential
Sort of revenge
Gone out of hand
Blood was worth a few dead men
Find a getaway
Time to get away
Find a getaway
Find a getaway
Find a getaway
Time to get away
Find a getaway
Find a getaway
Bring the kids home
Simms they're all
The sky above their head
Is filled with black smoke
No more to prove
Their minds get loose
Becoming targets
Of 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 they fill our tanks
You're a damn good soldier
Find a getaway
Time to get away
Find a getaway
Find a getaway
Find a getaway
Time to get away
Find a getaway
Find a getaway
Away from here
The battlefield of gods
The wasteland of titans
Where everything's destroyed
Only speculations
Were spins for you
As they make their millions
I speak for you
Wait for orders
Stand by
Wait for orders
Stand by
Wait for orders
Stand by
Wait for orders
Stand by
Let's call it even
Let's call it even
Let's call it even
Let's call it even now
Let's call it even now
Before it's too late
Before it's too late
Before it's too late
Before it's too late
Before it's too late
Before it's too late
Before it's too late