Ship to Shore - The Stanfields

See the world in technicolor,

see what you can do

Five in niner fiddlesticks

to tango echo two

Miles away from wasting

at the local five and dime,

to wishin you were somewhere

else to help you pass the time.

Armed to the teeth and underneath

a relentless foreign sun.

Armed to the teeth and underneath

a relentless foreign sun.

Riots, blood, sand and mud

Was all I got to see,

In Kandahar, El Salvador, Belfast and Barbary.

I went, «Manny steady lad"and

Shivered to the bone.

So I danced a jig in Ladysmith

And wished that I was home.

Armed to the teeth and underneath

a relentless foreign sun.

Armed to the teeth and underneath

a relentless foreign sun.

Just another lowly victim in

The struggle for hearts and minds.

To the fighting sons and daughters

In the struggle of their life.

Guns and pipers,

Ship to shore

Off to fight a rich man’s war

Like our father’s did before.

Just another lowly victim in

The struggle for hearts and minds.

To the fighting sons and daughters

In the struggle of their life.

Guns and pipers,

Ship to shore

Off to fight a rich man’s war

Like our father’s did before.

Guns and pipers,

Ship to shore

Off to fight a rich man’s war

Like our father’s did before.

Guns and pipers,

Ship to shore

Ship to shore

Ship to shore