Moving out,
with his backpack factory.
Wrapped up in celluloid:
He's got the touch.
On the lam,
Riding the twilight roads
he's quite undetected.
A gun for hire.

He's a man of war, a soldier of fortune.
He takes the keep and keeps the take.
He's a man of war, mercenary soldier.
He fights and dies for money's sake.

Like alchemists,
He turns lead into gold.
Don't care who the boss is
when bill are paid.
Selling arms:
a lucrative sideline.
trade smiles and a handshake
for bayonets.

Send him off:
He fights for freedom's sake,
inhaling sweet esters
and spoils of war.
He'll return,
just like the evening tide.
Watching the underground:
It's just a job.

From the album "Greetings from Ariel"
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 1990 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)