Soldiers of the fortune

Looking for the kill

Soldiers of the fortune

They turn their backs

They turn their backs at will

Just a crying poet

In a bed of thieves

Searching for the label

Trying to, trying to succeed

Four thousand ladies marching

Moving in for the kill

Four thousand ladies watching

As that cold-hearted rocker's

Still inside of you

Through their eyes of wisdom

Through their eyes you see

Through their eyes of wisdom

You turn to look, you turn to look at me

Just another chapter

Waiting on the verse

It turns itself to laughter

It turns into, it turns into a curse

It's such a hard road to follow

With a scepter in your hand

It's such a hard road