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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 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 calling
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
