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)