Bring the boys back
They're under attack
Pack up your stuff
Before you get smacked
The maps are folded
The [bad word] are loaded
The spirit of the troops
by the heat remolded
The plan was simple
And the time was [bad word] 
Who knows now if
it's still essential?
sort of revenge
Gone out of hand
Black gold is worth
few dead men

Find the getaway
Time to getaway
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
 [bad word] targets
mirage confused
The world is watching
The moves your'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 [bad word] good soldier

Find the getaway
Time to getaway
Find the getaway
Finally get away

Away from here
The battlefields of Gods
The wasteland of Titans
Where everythings destroyed

Only speculations
Who speaks for you
As they make their millions
I speak for you

Wait for orders!
Please stand by!
Lets call it even
Even now, even now
Before it's too late