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