Soldier Of Fortune

(álbum: Violent Restitution - 1988)

Give me the weapons, I'll finish the job
I do what I have to, to win
Killing the weak if they're not on my side
I don't know the meaning of sin
Under command if you're paying my price
I'm paying your back with my skill
A hit man who deeds out the violence with ease
Emotionless, customized kill

Take aim open fire
I've still got drive and I've still got the fucking desire

Survivor of torture disturber of peace
Fighting for reasons unknown
Really don't care if I'm good or I'm bad
You pay me and I set the tone
Like a cancerous cell infesting your blood
They still haven't found me a cure
Victim circumstance, driven by greed
Believe me, my hatred is pure

S.O.F., lives to be claimed
Living in trenches and barrens untamed
S.O.F., treasonous crimes
Motives uncertain a sign of the times
Killing machine, evil regime, sinister dream, listen for screams
Paying my price, rolling the dice, should've thought twice
Your neck I will slice

Take aim open fire
I've still got the drive and I've still got the fucking desire
Take aim you'll pay
I've still got the will and I've still got the power to stay