Leatherneck

Marched from a burning ship into a rained out parade

With a bottle and a Bible the dregs are armed to the teeth

We traded distinction and praise for the tedious claim

That we were wed in the trenches

While college boys pine for loveless exchange

Now we carry fragments from detonated eyes

Embedded under our bones

We've spilled blood for the sake of fitting skin to the frame

But our moneys is no good here

And our memorial has veered off the road

The locals will bury my wandering eyes

At the docks of the potters field

Where the rifles of ranking men

Are equipped with 21 silencers

At 'em boys, give her the gun

At 'em boys, give her the gun

I'm the richest man in town

I'm the richest man in town

Faith, stand down give your wings

To the boredom that resurrected my soul

Crash the car if the motor won't turn over

Glory be to God

Jumped from the disloyal waves back up to the bridge

Renounced the warmth of the turbulent grave

I found blood on my lips from a covetous kiss

And I hope that my home tips its glass to it