Well when we rode into town
We didn’t have horses
We had fate by the balls
And destiny’s face turned in
We settled for less
On love’s dusty trail
We wanted something more than just an OK corral
Take the skeletons from the closet
Put them under the floor
Let’s saddle up on Boot Hill to the thing we adore

Here’s the truth about us
We get exhumed by assumption
We have to work hard
Have to get on a talk show
But the hosts weave around
See where it goes
If that’s too far we’ll bust a chair right over his nose
Take a bite of the big apple
On a Loomis for free
Spit the pulp into the Hudson like it was British tea

Ah Marina, Marina
It’s sad and it’s lonely
When you’re pointing a gun at the president
I’m the flunky with a rifle
I’m an NRA golden boy
A genius forging a legend

Here’s a truth about us
We came in demanding
A scarlet face
Run down at Southern belle
My red Hoover replied
Left them hard to pay
The truth about us is buried deep in Connally’s leg
Open all the coffins
There’s only one thing inside
A pink dress and a pillbox hat with Camelot tags

Ah Marina, Marina
It’s cold and it’s lonely
When the borders are carrying your coffin
Ah please, baby please
Let the coincidence you gave 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 president’s killer
It’s equal opportunity
The land of hope and glory
It’s a cheap Italian mail-order thriller
Thriller
Thriller

The truth about us
We sail from Manhattan
Were they hoping to find
Tears from Ellis Island
Turn them back from the shore
Send them back out to sea
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 couldn’t have known

You 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 I’m loaded

Well the truth about us
Ain’t hard to figure
It’s adding up
To a hell of a toll on us
We’ve been up all night
Let the timpani roar
Faxed in paper pledges to solid gold
Pick up your guns
A fucking classroom bee
There’s people out there whose jobs depend on our misery
Misery

It’s the truth about us
It’s the truth about us


Lyrics submitted by rpn453

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