It's Up to You Not to Hear the Call-up

To the right
Forward march
Hup 2 3 4, hup 2 3 4
Hup 2 3 4, hup 2 3 4

It's up to you not to heed the call-up
An' 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 wheat fields
Over Kiev and down to the sea

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

All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city fathers used to watch them
Tears in their eyes

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

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
An' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who gives you work, why should you do it?
Fifty-five minutes past eleven

There is a rose
Hup 2 3 4, I am the Marine Corps
Hup 2 3 4, I am the Marine Corps
Hup 2 3 4, I am the Marine Corps, yeah

It's up to you not to hear the call-up
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
Don't wanna die, don't wanna die
There is a rose that I want to live for
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
Rose


The Clash, 1980