Mercenary Songtext
von The Del-Lords

Well, I′m a stranger in this jungleland
Le Crazy Americain
The natives speak my name in fear
And with my semi-automatic, man, they know I'm here

Mercenary, get your gun (load ′em up)
Mercenary
Well, I'll see you in a week
Down in Costa Rica

Well, I'm a soldier of fortune if the price is right
In brightest day, in blackest night
The rebels have my sentiment
But, I′m being paid by the government


Mercenary, get your gun (only 21 – poor boy)
Mercenary
Well, I′ll see you in a week
Down in Costa Rica

Look out

I'm just outside the rebel camp
The air is thick, the ground is damp
One false move could mean my life
Well, it′s a dirty job, but the money's nice

Mercenary
Mercenary
See you in a week
Down in Costa Rica
See you in a week
Down in Costa Rica
See you in a week
Down in Costa Rica