Guest Working Man

When I write to you my letters
you don't give me any answers
I'm a guest working man
I want money in my hand
I try to buy a house for me and my wife

We're crawling in the jungle
Close to the war
Something strange happened
Outside the law
It's a hard time, it's a hard life

I killed people with a machine gun
before they began to run
All the maps they where burned
but we have orders: Kill and fight

My hands shakes when I write
Don't tell my son that I'm a knight
Nor my father or my mother
It's a hard time, it's a hard life

I killed people with a machine gun
before they began to run
All the maps they where burned
but we have orders: Kill and fight