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>>9069348 Mercenary
life, lover boy. We move in dust with minimum waste and maximum
haste. City lights and jungle nights. When you require death,
desire for higher heights.
No place for beginners or sensitive
hearts When war is left to chance. No place to be loosing but
somewhere to win.
No need to ask. He's a smooth operator, smooth
operator, smooth operator, smooth operator.
Coast to
coast, Niger to Mombassa, western merc. Across the north and south,
to the Congo, guns for sale.
Face to face, each bloody death. We
kill in shadows and double cross, Yet need the cash.
A
license to kill, insurance to collect. Melts all your lives and
change into gold. His blood are like fire but his eyes are dead.
No
need to ask. He's a smooth operator, smooth operator, smooth
operator, smooth operator.
Coast to coast, Niger to Mombassa,
western merc. Across the north and south, down to the Congo, guns for
sale.
Smooth operator, smooth operator, smooth operator, smooth
operator, smooth operator... |