We met as soulmates on Paris Island
We left as inmates from an asylum
And we were sharp,
as sharp as knives
And we were so gung-ho to lay down our lives
We came in *,
like dameless horses
Left in plastic as numbered corpses
And we learned fast to travel light
Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight
We had no home front,
we had no soft soft They sent us Playboy and they gave us Bob
We dug in deep and shot on sight And prayed to Jesus
Christ with all of our
heart And we took the landscape,
we smoked a hash
pile And we played our doorsteps
Remember Charlie,
remember Baker They left their childhood on every acre
And who was wrong and who was right It
doesn't matter in the thick of the fight
Long
as six weeks
on Paris
Island We held the coastline and they held the highland
And they were sharp,
as sharp as knives They heard the hum of the motors
They counted the rotors And they waited for us to arrive
And we'll all go down together Yes,
we will all go down together