soldier of fortune 

you go wherever the call is 

soldier of fortune 

you go wherever it is 

thirty three and a third 

revolutions per minute 

bright lights go through his head 

gonna bring down the government 

gonna write to that girl 

but first he puts on his walkman instead 

retreats to a world where no one can hurt him 

at least till the batteries die 

soldier of fortune . . . 

revolutions per minute! 

A thousand miles an hour! 

This is another call to arms 

do you know where you're going? 

Do you know what you're doing? 

Or are you gonna stick to your guns? 

But he made a vow that he would never run away 

I am a lonely soldier boy 

thousands of miles from my home 

soldier of fortune . . . 

not me