Tekster: Sodom. Back To War.

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
Back to war
Back to war
Back to war
Back to war