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


(Repeat and Fade)