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phil ochs - the marines have landed on the shores of santo domingo lyrics

phil ochs
and the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth, the sand is burning
and the fish take flight and scatter from the sight, their courses turning
as the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest, the sea is churning.
the marines have landed on the sh-r-s of santo domingo.
the fishermen sweat, they’re pausing at their nets, the day’s a-burning
as the warships sway and thunder in the bay, loud the morning.
but the boy on the sh-r- is throwing pebbles no more, he runs a-warning
that the the marines have landed on the sh-r-s of santo domingo.
the streets are still, there’s silence in the hills, the town is sleeping
and the farmers yawn in the grey silver dawn, the fields they’re keeping
as the first troops land and step into the sand, the flags are weaving.
the marines have landed on the sh-r-s of santo domingo.
the unsmiling sun is shining down upon the singing soldiers
in the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls, they’re getting bolder
the old women sigh, think of memories gone by, they shrug their shoulders.
the marines have landed on the sh-r-s of santo domingo.
ready for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed, now they are rolling
and the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks where fear’s unfolding
all the young wives afraid, turn their backs to the parade with babes they’re holding
the marines have landed on the sh-r-s of santo domingo
a bullet cracks the sound, the army hit the ground, the sniper’s callin’
so they open their guns, a thousand to one, no sense in stalling
he clutches at his head and totters on the edge, look now he’s falling
the marines have landed on the sh-r-s of santo domingo
in the red plaza square, the crowds come to stare, the heat is leaning
and the eyes of the dead are turning every head to the widows screaming
but the soldiers make a bid, giving candy to the kids, their teeth are gleaming
the marines have landed on the sh-r-s of santo domingo
up and down the coast, the generals drink a toast, the wheel is spinning
and the cowards and the wh-r-s are peeking through the doors to see who’s winning
but the traitors will pretend that it’s getting near the end, when it’s beginning
the marines have landed on the sh-r-s of santo domingo
and the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth, the sand is burning
and the fish take flight and scatter from the sight, their courses turning
as the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest, the sea is churning
the marines have landed on the sh-r-s of santo domingo

- phil ochs lyrics

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