Soldier of fortune Songtext

von Howe Gelb

If your heart is a soldier of fortune,
You hang on to the great uncertain.
What else can you do ?
What can you turn to
When the wave pattern becomes irregular
And you can't disting from the irregular.
What else can you do ?
Even that becomes you.
Here we go become uncertain
And there's nothing that can't keep from hurting
Your heart is soldier of fortune
My answer is let's go fishing
I'll be waiting on for you
Whether or not it can be true aparatus
And the simulator
The breathing machine
Is the drumulator
Keeps the beat company
Keeps you from escapeing me
And the turntable remains irregular
(we all) become irregular here in...
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