Guerilla Soldier (Gowan)

Ah, ahh Guerilla soldier, born in Santo Domingo US Marine, down from his home up in Maine Big red machine rolls in, patrolling the jungle All of them baking under tropical rain Six long months in a foreign wasteland Scenes of terror so fresh and ripe Found a place to come face to face Like the gutter snipes 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 Will the job get done? For another thousand days Will it all make history? And another thousand nights Will the war be won? Oh, oh, oh, oh Guerilla soldier gives a smile for the camera US Marine says hi to mom on the news Big red machine shows how to move in a straight line Would be shame to see should one of them lose It's been eighteen months in a foreign wasteland Scenes of terror still fresh and ripe Found a place to come face to face Like the gutter snipes 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 Will the job get done? For another thousand days Will it all make history? And another thousand nights Will the war be won? Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Whether you like it or not There ain't no end in sight Another thousand days Will it all be over? And another thousand nights Will the job get done? For another thousand days Will it all make history? For another thousand nights Will the war be won? Oh, oh, oh, oh Guerilla soldier Will the war be won? Oh, oh, oh, oh