Before the jungle closes in A letter to America The candles are a cocoa hue Inside the room of missing men1 100 mercenary souls Ohhhhhhh We are the army of the night Ohhhhhhh
One foot in front of the other babe One baby step, I, I, I, I Feel a soldier of fortune Marching inside of me
We drink our gin in Mandalay Afraid of what we have become This is the moment of intrigue Ohhhhhhh A tiger dreaming of his prey Ohhhhhhh This is the edge of history
One foot in front of the other babe One baby step, I, I, I, I Feel a soldier of fortune Marching inside of me Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
