Soldier Boy

soldier of fortune you go wherever the call is soldier of fortune you go wherever it is thirty three and a third revolutions per minute bright lights go through his head gonna bring down the government gonna write to that girl but first he puts on his walkman instead retreats to a world where no one can hurt him at least till the batteries die soldier of fortune . . . revolutions per minute! A thousand miles an hour! This is another call to arms do you know where you're going? Do you know what you're doing? Or are you gonna stick to your guns? But he made a vow that he would never run away I am a lonely soldier boy thousands of miles from my home soldier of fortune . . . not me --- Soldier Boy - Down by Law