Lyrics:

'In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These man promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire... THE A-TEAM'

Black night of the scum
There is no sorrow
Blame anyone
Blasting back on your face
You suffocating your memories

There is something tearing your soul apart
No nothing will rescue your heart
You see the horror has begun
Disease destroying all your fun

We are the soldiers of fortune
You can never believe in it
We are the soldiers of fortune
We come when you never can breathe in
We are the soldiers of fortune
You can never believe in it

Bright night of the saint
There is no secret in their aim
Crucifix on your eyes
You are confined to your chains

There is something tearing your soul apart
No nothing will rescue your heart
You see the horror has begun
Disease destroying all your fun

We are the soldiers of fortune
You can never believe in it
We are the soldiers of fortune
We come when you never can breathe in
We are the soldiers of fortune
You can never believe in it