Lyrics

We came in from foreign soil, with the wings made of steel
So pair up in twos or threes, for the battle march
Renault was issued a rifle bayonet, and a patch he wore on his heart
Of an infantry design of yellow and blue, with a red lightning bolt

And the words, red hell on wheels
And the words, red hell on wheels
And the words, red hell on wheels
And the words, red hell on wheels

Young generals, orderly, will you fight
For your country, your freedom, and your brother
It might just be your time
So pick up that rifle and fight

So pick up that rifle and fight
Young generals, orderly, young generals, orderly
Young generals, orderly, young generals, orderly