We met as soul mates
On Parris 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 spastic
Like
tameless horses
We 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 soap
They sent us
Playboy
They gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep
And shot on sight
And
prayed to Jesus Christ
With all our might
We had no cameras
To
shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe
And played our Doors
tapes
And it was dark
So dark at night
And we held on to each
other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd
write
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down
together
Remember Charlie
Remember Baker
They left their
childhood
On every acre
And who was wrong?
And who was right?
It
didn't matter in the thick of the fight
We held the day
In the
palm
Of our hand
They ruled the night
And the night
Seemed to
last as long as six weeks
On Parris Island
We held the coastline
They
held the highlands
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives
They heard
the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to
arrive
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down
together
Yes we would all go down together