Before the jungle closes in [a letter to America]
The candles are a cocoa hue [Inside the room of missing men]
A hundred mercenary souls
We are the army of the night
One foot in front of the other babe,
One baby step
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 feel a soldier of fortune
Marching inside of me