Guerilla Soldier born in Santo Domingo   U.S. 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   (chorus)   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   Guerilla Soldier gives a smile for the camera   U.S. Marine says hi to mom on the news   Big Red Machine shows how to move in a straight line   Would be a shame to see   Should one of them lose   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   repeat chorus