Santo Domingo
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โฑ๏ธ 5:56 duration
๐ ID: 9022269
๐ Lyrics
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 gray 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 is unfolding
All the young wives afraid, turn their backs on 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 is 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 how 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 coed, 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
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 gray 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 is unfolding
All the young wives afraid, turn their backs on 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 is 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 how 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 coed, 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:04.07] And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth
[01:11.69] The sand is burning
[01:13.79] And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight
[01:19.59] Their courses turning
[01:23.82] As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest
[01:27.63] The sea is churning
[01:30.78] The marines have landed on the shores
[01:33.65] Of Santo Domingo
[01:38.74] The fishermen sweat, they're pausing at their nets
[01:44.10] The day's a-burning
[01:46.29] As the warships sway and thunder in the bay
[01:49.82] Loud the morning
[01:52.88] But the boy on the shore is throwing pebbles no more
[01:56.85] He runs a-warning
[02:00.42] That the the marines have landed on the shores
[02:03.61] Of Santo Domingo
[02:10.32] The streets are still, there's silence in the hills
[02:14.69] The town is sleeping
[02:17.37] And the farmers yawn in the gray silver dawn
[02:21.25] The fields they're keeping
[02:25.04] As the first troops land and step into the sand
[02:27.81] The flags are weaving
[02:29.96] The marines have landed on the shores
[02:34.30] Of Santo Domingo
[02:37.69] The unsmiling sun is shining down upon
[02:43.76] The singing soldiers
[02:46.08] In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls
[02:50.24] They're getting bolder
[02:52.78] The old women sigh, think of memories gone by
[02:56.32] They shrug their shoulders
[03:03.25] The marines have landed on the shores
[03:05.56] Of Santo Domingo
[03:11.61] Ready for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed
[03:14.65] Now they are rolling
[03:18.55] And the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks
[03:20.93] Where fear is unfolding
[03:23.58] All the young wives afraid, turn their backs on the parade
[03:28.74] With babes they're holding
[03:32.89] The marines have landed on the shores
[03:35.62] Of Santo Domingo
[03:37.04] A bullet cracks the sound, the army hit the ground
[03:46.98] The sniper is callin'
[03:51.25] So they open their guns, a thousand to one
[03:53.23] No sense in stalling
[03:57.23] He clutches at his head and totters on the edge
[04:01.28] Look how he's falling
[04:05.15] The marines have landed on the shores
[04:08.45] Of Santo Domingo
[04:12.27] In the red plaza square, the crowds come to stare
[04:18.42] The heat is leaning
[04:21.11] And the eyes of the dead are turning every head
[04:25.01] To the widows screaming
[04:28.95] But the soldiers make a bid, giving candy to the kids
[04:32.46] Their teeth are gleaming
[04:36.72] The marines have landed on the shores
[04:39.32] Of Santo Domingo
[04:43.63] Up and down the coed, the generals drink a toast
[04:48.91] The wheel is spinning
[04:51.77] And the cowards and the whores are peeking
[04:54.72] Through the doors to see who's winning
[04:58.43] But the traitors will pretend that it's getting near the end
[05:03.53] When it's beginning
[05:07.58] The marines have landed on the shores
[05:10.25] Of Santo Domingo
[05:13.09] And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth
[05:21.94] The sand is burning
[05:26.40] And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight
[05:30.47] Their courses turning
[05:35.58] As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest
[05:38.88] The sea is churning
[05:42.60] The marines have landed on the shores
[05:45.83] Of Santo Domingo
[05:50.67]
[01:11.69] The sand is burning
[01:13.79] And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight
[01:19.59] Their courses turning
[01:23.82] As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest
[01:27.63] The sea is churning
[01:30.78] The marines have landed on the shores
[01:33.65] Of Santo Domingo
[01:38.74] The fishermen sweat, they're pausing at their nets
[01:44.10] The day's a-burning
[01:46.29] As the warships sway and thunder in the bay
[01:49.82] Loud the morning
[01:52.88] But the boy on the shore is throwing pebbles no more
[01:56.85] He runs a-warning
[02:00.42] That the the marines have landed on the shores
[02:03.61] Of Santo Domingo
[02:10.32] The streets are still, there's silence in the hills
[02:14.69] The town is sleeping
[02:17.37] And the farmers yawn in the gray silver dawn
[02:21.25] The fields they're keeping
[02:25.04] As the first troops land and step into the sand
[02:27.81] The flags are weaving
[02:29.96] The marines have landed on the shores
[02:34.30] Of Santo Domingo
[02:37.69] The unsmiling sun is shining down upon
[02:43.76] The singing soldiers
[02:46.08] In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls
[02:50.24] They're getting bolder
[02:52.78] The old women sigh, think of memories gone by
[02:56.32] They shrug their shoulders
[03:03.25] The marines have landed on the shores
[03:05.56] Of Santo Domingo
[03:11.61] Ready for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed
[03:14.65] Now they are rolling
[03:18.55] And the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks
[03:20.93] Where fear is unfolding
[03:23.58] All the young wives afraid, turn their backs on the parade
[03:28.74] With babes they're holding
[03:32.89] The marines have landed on the shores
[03:35.62] Of Santo Domingo
[03:37.04] A bullet cracks the sound, the army hit the ground
[03:46.98] The sniper is callin'
[03:51.25] So they open their guns, a thousand to one
[03:53.23] No sense in stalling
[03:57.23] He clutches at his head and totters on the edge
[04:01.28] Look how he's falling
[04:05.15] The marines have landed on the shores
[04:08.45] Of Santo Domingo
[04:12.27] In the red plaza square, the crowds come to stare
[04:18.42] The heat is leaning
[04:21.11] And the eyes of the dead are turning every head
[04:25.01] To the widows screaming
[04:28.95] But the soldiers make a bid, giving candy to the kids
[04:32.46] Their teeth are gleaming
[04:36.72] The marines have landed on the shores
[04:39.32] Of Santo Domingo
[04:43.63] Up and down the coed, the generals drink a toast
[04:48.91] The wheel is spinning
[04:51.77] And the cowards and the whores are peeking
[04:54.72] Through the doors to see who's winning
[04:58.43] But the traitors will pretend that it's getting near the end
[05:03.53] When it's beginning
[05:07.58] The marines have landed on the shores
[05:10.25] Of Santo Domingo
[05:13.09] And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth
[05:21.94] The sand is burning
[05:26.40] And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight
[05:30.47] Their courses turning
[05:35.58] As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest
[05:38.88] The sea is churning
[05:42.60] The marines have landed on the shores
[05:45.83] Of Santo Domingo
[05:50.67]