| 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 |