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