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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 shores 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 shore is throwing pebbles no more, he runs a-warning

That the the marines have landed on the shores 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 shores 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 shores 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 shores 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 shores 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 shores of Santo Domingo

Up and down the coast, the generals drink a toast, the wheel is spinning

And the cowards and the whores 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 shores 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 shores of Santo Domingo

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 shores 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 shore is throwing pebbles no more, he runs a-warning

That the the marines have landed on the shores 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 shores 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 shores 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 shores 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 shores 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 shores of Santo Domingo

Up and down the coast, the generals drink a toast, the wheel is spinning

And the cowards and the whores 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 shores 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 shores of Santo Domingo

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