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