The Getaway

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