Soldiers of Fortune
Like soldiers of fortune, they come from the East
Their status encased in a Mercedes Beast
And little by little, they pick at the feast
As into the valley they dream
Where the poor find it harder to scream
Prospectors all, out in search of a strike
Being carried along on an energy spike
You could say to a man they know what it's like
To swirl in a poverty mist
And why the poor find it hard to resist!
They prospect for gold in the bile-bitter stones
They rattle the windows and gnaw at the bones
And oh, how they flourish their cellular 'phones
In the mire where miseries seethe
Where the poor find it harder to breathe!
I never have known whether blood is being spilt
Whether all of their jewellery's golden or gilt
But I want no part of the empires built
On a patch with a permanent seep
And where the poor find it harder to sleep!
He call to the weak that so easy beguiles
He twitch to enrich their malevolent smiles
A careless display of their flamboyant styles
Samaritans all pass you by
Where the poor find it easier to die!
Like soldiers of fortune, they come from the East
Their status encased in a Mercedes Beast
And the little by little, they pick at the feast
As into the valley they dream
Where the poor find it harder to scream!
Their status encased in a Mercedes Beast
And little by little, they pick at the feast
As into the valley they dream
Where the poor find it harder to scream
Prospectors all, out in search of a strike
Being carried along on an energy spike
You could say to a man they know what it's like
To swirl in a poverty mist
And why the poor find it hard to resist!
They prospect for gold in the bile-bitter stones
They rattle the windows and gnaw at the bones
And oh, how they flourish their cellular 'phones
In the mire where miseries seethe
Where the poor find it harder to breathe!
I never have known whether blood is being spilt
Whether all of their jewellery's golden or gilt
But I want no part of the empires built
On a patch with a permanent seep
And where the poor find it harder to sleep!
He call to the weak that so easy beguiles
He twitch to enrich their malevolent smiles
A careless display of their flamboyant styles
Samaritans all pass you by
Where the poor find it easier to die!
Like soldiers of fortune, they come from the East
Their status encased in a Mercedes Beast
And the little by little, they pick at the feast
As into the valley they dream
Where the poor find it harder to scream!
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Writer(s): Trevor Midgley
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