Lyrics

If you go looking for trouble
Thank God you'll find it everywhere
From East Berlin west to Dublin
From Pakistan down to Zaire

I go down to the Congo with a gun in my hand if you need me
I don't care who's right or wrong
Just pay me what's due and I'll kill for you
And I'll be on my way again
When I get my business done

Dead man sitting by the side of the road
Bugs crawling out of his eyes
Incoming chopper with a heavy load
Gonna get a big surprise
Bombed out village, plundered and pillaged, cities going up in flames
This whole world is a sorry place
Money is the name of the game

Soldier of Fortune, call me if you're in need
Soldier of Fortune, I'll bring in my fighting machine

I make my living from strangers
They always send for me to come
I sell them doses of danger
From the barrel of my gun
You know a finger on the trigger makes a man feel bigger than he is now
So when the Grim Reaper calls
Well he'll just have to wait, I'm always late
See you in the next war...gonna be the best one yet

Dead man sitting by the side of the road
Bugs crawling out of his eyes
Incoming chopper with a heavy load
Gonna get a big surprise
Bombed out village, plundered and pillaged, cities going up in flames
This whole world is a sorry place
But you know the rules of the game!