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The marine corps
Does not want robots
The marine corps
Wants killers
The marine corps
Wants do build indestructible men
Men without fear
The marine corps
Wants killers
Men without fear (2X)
One! Two! Three! Four! (6x)
(And then you will be in a world of shit!)
My corps! Your corps! Our corps! Marine corps! (2X)
Sythe's cold edge thrust
Spreading blood on their face
Bells toll the coming of their final days
Red flowers growing
To mark all our tears
The pain and the anguish
We're planting the seeds
