Before the jungle closes in a letter to America
The candles are a cocoa hue
Inside the room of missing men
100 mercenary souls
We are the army of the night
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
A tiger dreaming of his prey
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
One foot in front of the other babe
One baby step, I, I, I, I
Feel a soldier of fortune
Marching inside of me
One foot in front of the other babe
One baby step, I, I, I, I
Feel a soldier of fortune
Marching inside of me