Let me go.
Boots on the ground.
The Republic has fallen
Take your guns, take your gold
Keep from getting unwound.

Time to go.
Boots on the ground.
The Republic has fallen,
You will fit in their mold
or perhaps never be found.

Time to go.
Boots on the ground.
War is about to come
In every city and town.
Neighbors fighting neighbors
sadness will surround (us all).

Time to go .
It's time to vote.
One last time to try and save
This experiment.
This thing called Liberty.
This thing called U.S.A..

Time to go.
Boots on the ground......