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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...