Steven Zeeland - Momus

All I desire is a military man who knows that he is born

A soldier, a sailor, a pretty marine blowing on the horn

On a military base or a battleship deck

Let me come in his ass with my tongue down his neck

When I die mix my ash with the piss

At Camp Pendleton Del Mar Enlisted Club

Well Brent was my crush in high school, boys

And I followed him round the world

Well the army sent Brent off to Frankfurt, boys

But Brent he went off with a girl

I rented a room like a Fassbinder film

But I needed a job so they had me begin

At a sporting goods store on the military base

Blowing on the horn

And why should I lust after killing machines

A man of my delicate build?

Why request photos of naked marines

From the Athletic Model Guild?

Stripped to the skin, their muscles like rocks

With their hair high and tight, gripping their cocks

Put it down to the fact that opposites attract

And go blowing on the horn

On Okinawa straight Corporal Buchman bonded while getting tattoos

In California a thousand marines were caught posing for gay videos

Nobody’s straight one hundred percent

Every soldier and sailor’s potentially bent

I’ll keep you hard till your girlfriend arrives

And go blowing on the horn

He wrote 'Barrack Buddies and Soldier Lovers', 'The Masculine Marine'

'Sailors and Sexual Identity' and did lots of research in between

But a writer should never stop living to write

Steven Zeeland, our hero, still follows the fleet

Painting the town, writing it down

And a' blowing on the horn

A man in the thrall of a sexual spell is the luckiest man alive

The dreams he has lived and the sperm he has spilled

Give meaning to his life

When you look back, after you’re dead

You’ll regret what you didn’t do, not what you did

When I die mix my ash with the piss

At camp Pendleton Del Mar Enlisted Club