Santo Domingo - Live

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