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