| (the clash) | |
| It's up to you not to heed the call-up | |
| 'n' you must not act the way you were brought up | |
| Who knows the reasons why you have grown up? | |
| Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up? | |
| It's up to you not to heed the call-up | |
| I don't wanna die! | |
| It's up to you not to hear the call-up | |
| I don't wanna kill! | |
| For he who will die | |
| Is he who will kill | |
| Maybe i wanna see the wheatfields | |
| Over kiev and down to the sea | |
| All the young people down the ages | |
| They gladly marched off to die | |
| Proud city fathers used to watch them | |
| Tears in their eyes | |
| There is a rose that i want to live for | |
| Although, god knows, i may not have met her | |
| There is a dance an' i should be with her | |
| There is a town - unlike any other | |
| It's up to you not to hear the call-up | |
| 'n' you must not act the way you were brought up | |
| Who give you work an' why should you do it? | |
| At fifty five minutes past eleven | |
| There is a rose... | |
| Yeah! |