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[Intro] |
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There's been a drastic change in American foreign policy in recent months. Take the Dominican Republic, which we did. A little while ago, killing a few people here and there, mostly there. Saving the day for freedom and democracy in the Western Hemisphere once again, folks. |
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I was over there in the Dominican Republic entertaining the troops. I won't say which troops. Over there with a U.S.O. group including Walter Lippmann and Soupy Sales. I played there in a small coffeehouse called The Sniper, and this was my most unpopular song. With the, uh, poetic, symbolic title of, "The Marines Have Landed on the Shores of Santo Domingo." |
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[Verse 1] |
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And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth |
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The sand is burning |
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And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight |
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Their course is turning |
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As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest |
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The sea is churning |
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The Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo |
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[Verse 2] |
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The fishermen sweat, they're pausing at their nets |
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The day's a-burning |
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As the warships sway and thunder in the bay |
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Loud in the morning |
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But the boy on the shore is throwing pebbles no more |
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He runs a-warning |
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That the Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo |
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[Verse 3] |
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The streets are still, there's silence in the hills |
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The town is sleeping |
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And the farmers yawn in the grey silver dawn |
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The fields they're keeping |
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As the first troops land and step into the sand |
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The flags are weeping |
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The Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo |
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[Verse 4] |
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The unsmiling sun is shining down upon |
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The singing soldiers |
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In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls |
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They're getting bolder |
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Ah, the old women sigh, think of memories gone by |
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They shrug their shoulders |
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The Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo |
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[Verse 5] |
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Ready for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed |
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Now they are rolling |
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And the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks |
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Where fear is unfolding |
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All the young wives afraid, turn their backs to the parade |
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With babes they're holding |
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The Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo |
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[Verse 6] |
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A bullet cracks the sound, the army hit the ground |
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The sniper's calling |
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So they open their guns, a thousand to one |
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No sense in stalling |
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He clutches at his head and totters on the edge |
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Look now, he's falling |
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The Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo |
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[Verse 7] |
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In the red plaza square, the crowds come to stare |
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The heat is leaning |
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And the eyes of the dead are turning every head |
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To the widow's screaming |
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But the soldiers make a bid, giving candy to the kids |
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Their teeth are gleaming |
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The Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo |
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[Verse 8] |
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Up and down the coast, the generals drink a toast |
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The wheel is spinning |
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And the cowards and the whores are peeking through the doors |
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To see who's winning |
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But the traitors will pretend that it's getting near the end |
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When it's beginning |
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The Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo |
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[Verse 9] |
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And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth |
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The sand is burning |
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And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight |
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Their course is turning |
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As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest |
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The sea is churning |
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The Marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo |
