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B- 3

G- 0

D- 4

A- 5

E- x

Intro

When we rode into town we didnt have horses

We had fate by the balls and destinys face turned in

We settled for less on loves dusty trail

We wanted something more than just an ok coral

Take the skeletons from the closet, put em under the floor

Lets settle up on boothill to the view we adore

Heres the truth about us, we get exhumed by assumption

We have to work hard, have to get on a talk show

Let the host root around, see where it goes

If thats too far well bust a chair right over his nose

Take a bite of the big apple while the room is for free

Spit the pulp into the Hudson like it was British tea

 Aw marina, marina, its sad and its lonely,

when your pointing the gun at the president

 Im a flunky with a rifle, Im an NRA golden boy

a genius forging a legend

Heres the truth about us, we came in demanding

A scarlet face wrung battle southern bell - ?

I let Hoover reply, left me hard to pay

The truth about us is buried deep in Connolys lake

Open all the coffins, only one thing inside

A pink dress and a pillbox hat with Camelot tags

 Aw marina, marina, its cold and its lonely

When the porters are carrying your coffin

Oh please baby please let the coincidence leave me

A martyr to patriotic negligence

Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to trial

Where every girl and boy can grow up to be the president

Or grow up to be the presidents killer

Its equal opportunity, its the land of hope and glory

Its a cheap Italian mail order thriller

Heres the truth about us, we sailed from Manhatten

We were hoping to find the tears from Ellis island

Send them back from the shore, send them back out to see

How a promise can grow smaller if the two sides agree

We sent them packing off to Auschwitz when we heard the reports

We wrote how dare you with their ashes

As if we couldnt have known

Ya see marina, marina, I took lessons from my country

About national interest and the big picture

Gonna manifest my destiny, gonna spread the legs of misery

Got a piece in my hand and Im loaded

Well the truth about us aint hard to figure

Well its adding up to a hell of a toll on us

We been up all night, let the tympani roll

Facts in paper pledges turned to solid gold

Pick up your guns from the thug in classroom B

Theres people out there whose lives depend on our misery, misery

Its the truth about us...