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Guerilla Soldier born in Santo DomingoU.S. Marine down from his home up in MaineBig Red Machine rolls in patrolling the jungleAll of them baking under tropical rainSix long months in a foreign wastelandScenes of terror so fresh and ripeFound a place to come face to faceLike the gutter-snipesWhether you like it or notThere ain't no end in sight(chorus)For another thousand daysWill it all be overAnd another thousand nightsWill the job get doneFor another thousand daysWill it all make historyAnd another thousand nightsWill the war be wonGuerilla Soldier gives a smile for the cameraU.S. Marine says hi to mom on the newsBig Red Machine shows how to move in a straight lineWould be a shame to seeShould one of them loseEighteen months in a foreign wastelandScenes of terror still fresh and ripeFound a place to come face to faceLike the gutter-snipesWhether you like it or notThere ain't no end in sightrepeat chorus
Guerilla Soldier born in Santo DomingoU.S. Marine down from his home up in MaineBig Red Machine rolls in patrolling the jungleAll of them baking under tropical rainSix long months in a foreign wastelandScenes of terror so fresh and ripeFound a place to come face to faceLike the gutter-snipesWhether you like it or notThere ain't no end in sight(chorus)For another thousand daysWill it all be overAnd another thousand nightsWill the job get doneFor another thousand daysWill it all make historyAnd another thousand nightsWill the war be wonGuerilla Soldier gives a smile for the cameraU.S. Marine says hi to mom on the newsBig Red Machine shows how to move in a straight lineWould be a shame to seeShould one of them loseEighteen months in a foreign wastelandScenes of terror still fresh and ripeFound a place to come face to faceLike the gutter-snipesWhether you like it or notThere ain't no end in sightrepeat chorus