Hold The Line
Jacob de Greeuw, Robin Berlijn
There's a house at the end of the street
Where the vigilant soldiers meet
Dressed up in battle dress
What a crazy sight
All this beauty and swagger and taste
What they own is a worn out place
That's where they gather
All for the sacrifice
They gotta hold the line
Hold the line
Because we pay no mind
They belong to a real special kind
Taking up for the weak and blind
We all are victims
Of a conspiracy
They gotta hold the line
Hold the line
Gotta hold the line
Because we pay no mind
There's a promise to fulfil
It keeps us up until
We've found the answer
To almost everything
In the house at the end of the street
Where the soldiers of conscience meet
They gotta hold the line
Hold the line
Leave no-one behind
Hold the line
Until we change our mind