Twelve,'Leven, ten o'clock, nine o'clock tick
Eight, seven, six o'clock, five o'clock tock
Four, three, two o'clock, one let's rock tick
Run for some cover, run for your life...blam!!!

Where's that explosive? Where's that charge?
Have to find it 'fore it goes off!
Have to get that sucker and throw it away,
Without it going off in our face.
Get a squad, bomb squad and have them clip the wires.

I see a cap,a blasting cap
Ready to utilize, what for.
We'll run, we'll run , we'll run and hide
We'll run until our feet are fried
Or we'll throw it right back onto their side.

(musical interlude)

I dug a hole, it's fox hole size
It's a guise, a short term guise
It's gonna hide us so we can fight right back
Gonna hide, gonna hide us, so we can fight back
They hit us first, so we can do just that.

Well, I've been armed with all types of guns
Hate to use it, but they're the ones
Who blew us up with so much hate
No reason, no rhyme, just hate, hate, hate
Have to stop them, but how? It's our fate, let's not debate.

instrumental interlude

Twelve,'Leven, ten o'clock, nine o'clock tick
Eight, seven, six o'clock, five o'clock tock
Four, three, two o'clock, one let's rock tick
Run for some cover, run for your life...blam!!!