D G D Guerilla Soldier born in Santo Domingo A D G D U.S. Marine down from his home up in Maine A D G D Big Red Machine rolls in patrolling the jungle A D G D Dsus4 D All of them baking under tropical rain [Pre-Chorus 1] A Bm Em D Six long months in a foreign wasteland A Bm Em D Scenes of terror so fresh and ripe A Bm Em D Found a place to come face to face A Like the gutter-snipes D Whether you like it or not Dsus4 D There ain't no end in sight [Chorus] G For another thousand days will it all be over Bm And another thousand nights will the job get done G For another thousand days will it all make history D A And another thousand nights D Will the war be won [Verse 2] D G D Guerilla Soldier gives a smile for the camera A D G D U.S. Marine says hi to mom on the news A D G D Big Red Machine shows how to move in a straight line A D G D Would be a shame to see should one of them lose [Pre-Chorus 2] A Bm Em D Eighteen months in a foreign wasteland A Bm Em D Scenes of terror still fresh and ripe A Bm Em D Found a place to come face to face A Like the gutter-snipes D Whether you like it or not Dsus4 D There ain't no end in sight [Chorus] G For another thousand days will it all be over Bm And another thousand nights will the job get done G For another thousand days will it all make history D A And another thousand nights D Will the war be won