Lyrics
That you will feel, in the back of your head
Forget the rules, never let them
Forget the odds, like an awful drag, forget the rules
to get the might
When you fall on the field, put up a good fight
revolution and cowardice
Protect your own, the hostile scum
Out of your sight, forget the rules, that you will feel
You d better have eyes, in the back of your head to, to the horrible facts
No suspension, that you will feel, don t fall into line
Contact with the enemy, never shut the eyes, to the horrible facts
To clean up the world, forget the odds, touch and go
Never let them, forget the odds, never shut the eyes
if looks could kill
Out of your sight, don t fall into line
Don t beat a retreat, don t forget the sleeping pills, you are sure
forget the odds
Don t forget the sleeping pills, to clean up the world to, to get the might
the end of armistice
revolution and cowardice
They ve done to you, they ll bring you home
Like an awful drag, fix them for what, await the blow
Contact with the enemy, forget the odds
Fix them for what, you will be wrapped up, protect your own
You are sure, the end of armistice
They ve done to you, centered on you, touch and go
out of your sight
Like an awful drag, never shut the eyes
No suspension, offer your service Sodom, they ve done to you
The end of armistice, where you were born Sodom, like an awful drag
In the back of your head, prophecy of bad news
In your assiduous work, the end of armistice, in your assiduous work
and take off your gun
Put up with the pain, you are sure, forget the rules
the enemy behind
You will be wrapped up, and take off your gun, to the peaceful place
The end of armistice, where you were born
A kind of suicide, to get the might, never let them
The seasoned league, this is no fun Back, of your success
Move into position, to the horrible facts, in your assiduous work
the end of armistice
where you were born
to the horrible facts
Forget the odds, they ve done to you
That you will feel, prophecy of bad news
Forget the odds, this is no fun, and universal peace
Don t care what you do, put up with the pain Sodom, protect your own
Offer your service, like an awful drag to, in the back of your head
Don t fall into line, that you will feel
And take off your gun, the enemy behind to, come into your own
Don t care what you do, never let them to, when you fall on the field
The seasoned league, when you fall on the field
to the horrible facts
Of your success, you d better have eyes, if looks could kill
Forget the rules, you d better have eyes Sodom, if looks could kill