Guerilla Soldier born in Santo Domingo
U.S. Marine down from his home up in Maine
All of them baking under tropical rain
Big Red Machine rolls in patrolling the jungle
Six long months in a foreign wasteland
Scenes of terror so fresh and ripe
Like the gutterFound a place to come face to face Whether you like it or not
There ain't no end in sight
For another thousand days
Will it all be over
And another thousand nights
For another thousand days
Will the job get done
Will it all make history
Will the war be won
And another thousand nights U.S. Marine says hi to mom on the news
Big Red Machine shows how to move in a straight line
Guerilla Soldier gives a smile for the camera
Would be a shame to see
Should one of them lose
Eighteen months in a foreign wasteland
Found a place to come face to face
Like the gutterScenes of terror still fresh and ripe
Whether you like it or not
There ain't no end in sight
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