The end of armistice

And universal peace

No suspension

Of hostilities

Prophecy of bad news

This is no fun

Come into your own

And take off your gun

The enemy behind

Like an awful drag

You'd better have eyes

In the back of your head

Move into position

Put up a good fight

Don't forget the sleeping pills

A kind of suicide



Forget the rules

Forget the odds

Protect your own

War is guts



Back to war



You will be wrapped up

In your assiduous work

Offer your service

To clean up the world

The hostile scum

If looks could kill

Contact with the enemy

That you will feel

Centered on you

Touch and go

Put up with the pain

Await the blow

Fix them for what

They've done to you

Don't fall into line

Don't care what you do



Forget the rules

Forget the odds

Protect your own

War is guts



Back to war



War of independence

Don't beat a retreat

Combative in

The seasoned league

You are sure

Of your success

Never shut the eyes

To the horrible facts

Revolution and cowardice

To get the might

Never let them

Out of your sight

When you fall on the field

They'll bring you home

To the peaceful place

Where you were born



Forget the rules

Forget the odds

Protect your own

War is guts



Back to war