Shore leave

See in the face from that over there place On the compose with the 1,000 yard stare Die in their beds Everyday while their thinning hair grays to the memory Machine gun snare the staccato sound the...

From London to Lisbon And all points between Find people to lean on And one man to please We all need someone We all need something We all need I'm lustless lifeless The sand on my skin It means...

Hep, hup! Hep, hup! Hep, hup! SEPTEMBER 8, 1951 * Their heads are up, their chests are out * * The arms are swinging in cadence count * * Sound off * * Sound off * * Sound off * * Sound off * *...