The Marine Corps Reject

from The Duck Hunter by Bill Foreman

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I've had it to here in my days and my dreams.
My spine straightens up and it seems my body's going to burst.
I've been slipping from the bad to the worst.
And what's more, I've been found unfit to serve in the Corps.
After waiting for days in my wreck of a home,
I was downing a drink when I heard the phone was starting to ring.
It was then they told me everything.
Yes, it's true--and I've figured out what I'm going to do.
The sweat had started to pour from my paws
When I saw my future slip from the cause.
He listed off a few of my flaws
And his tone of voice lit me.
So I shouted back into the receiver
he was the bastard and I was the believer.
I could take him with a knife or a cleaver
If the mood up and bit me.

Minutes later, my mind got despondent and blue.
The whole of my life had got up and flew right into a ditch.
And then my eyelid started to twitch.
I couldn't think, so I swallowed down a powerful drink.
When I woke up again, my situation was clear.
A voice had spoke to me and told me to hear what it said.
It spoke bluntly of the phone and the dead.
I heeded the call--I threw the telephone right at the far wall.
I then proceeded following suit.
I crushed the dialer with my steel-toed boot.
It gave way as if a piece of old fruit
And I grabbed me a beer.
Through the window I saw thousands of wires
As if consumed inside their funeral pyres.
The poles lifted the flames even higher
And my mission was clear.

I'm sick in the head and my heart has grown bitter,
But I can picture these streets and they're littered up with telephone bells.
I take comfort in the smoke and the smell.
And it's true--I've figured out what I'm going to do.
Yes, I'm gonna take that old axe in my hand,
Kick open my door and I'll tear through this land in a rage
Until they lock me up in a cage.
You better run--I assure you that my will will be done.
I'll chop every last pole in this town.
Call out the riot squad to bring me on down.
If you want to stop this running around,
Just step forward and make me.
Take stock of all your iron and steel.
Fill up your shelters with unperishable meals.
I've stepped on to the scene and I'm real
Because the Corps couldn't break me.

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from The Duck Hunter, released January 1, 1998

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Bill Foreman Los Angeles, California

Bill began developing his approach to song and recording in 1986. Bill recorded his first solo album, "The Bathroom Mirror," in 1997 on a portable Walkman recorder. In December, 2015, Bill released “Funeral Hymns and Outlaw Ballads,” a compilation of his work. Bill’s most recent record, “The Bliss-Chasers,” came out in August, 2016. ... more

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