| All I desire is a military man who knows that he is born
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| A soldier, a sailor, a pretty marine blowing on the horn
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| On a military base or a battleship deck
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| Let me come in his ass with my tongue down his neck
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| When I die mix my ash with the piss
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| At Camp Pendleton Del Mar Enlisted Club
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| Well Brent was my crush in high school, boys
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| And I followed him round the world
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| Well the army sent Brent off to Frankfurt, boys
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| But Brent he went off with a girl
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| I rented a room like a Fassbinder film
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| But I needed a job so they had me begin
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| At a sporting goods store on the military base
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| Blowing on the horn
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| And why should I lust after killing machines
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| A man of my delicate build?
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| Why request photos of naked marines
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| From the Athletic Model Guild?
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| Stripped to the skin, their muscles like rocks
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| With their hair high and tight, gripping their cocks
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| Put it down to the fact that opposites attract
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| And go blowing on the horn
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| On Okinawa straight Corporal Buchman bonded while getting tattoos
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| In California a thousand marines were caught posing for gay videos
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| Nobody’s straight one hundred percent
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| Every soldier and sailor’s potentially bent
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| I’ll keep you hard till your girlfriend arrives
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| And go blowing on the horn
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| He wrote 'Barrack Buddies and Soldier Lovers', 'The Masculine Marine'
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| 'Sailors and Sexual Identity' and did lots of research in between
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| But a writer should never stop living to write
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| Steven Zeeland, our hero, still follows the fleet
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| Painting the town, writing it down
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| And a' blowing on the horn
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| A man in the thrall of a sexual spell is the luckiest man alive
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| The dreams he has lived and the sperm he has spilled
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| Give meaning to his life
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| When you look back, after you’re dead
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| You’ll regret what you didn’t do, not what you did
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| When I die mix my ash with the piss
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| At camp Pendleton Del Mar Enlisted Club |