Green, yellow, red and white,
this ain't no rainbow soldier, sit upright.
games are over, fun is gone,
we are talking serious stuff here,
you might not get to see the dawn.
Remember your gods, your friends and folks,
coz when this gets over,
all that will be left is smoke.....
You might have come here because you had no choice,
or because you saw guns and planes as toys,
sisters, brothers, mother and father,
you miss them more, as things get harder.
As the moment comes nearer,
your feelings run amok,
stop thinking as there's no turning back,
pick up a ciggy, and have you last smoke...
