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When we rode into town - we didnât have horses
We had fate by the balls, destinyâs face turning blue
Settled for less
On loveâs dusty trail
We wanted something more than just an âo.k.â corral,
Take the skeletons from the closet - put âem under the floor
Letâs settle up on boot hill, to the view we adore
The truth about us
You canât exhume by assumption
You have to work hard - have to get on a talk show
Let the host root around
See where it goes
And if thatâs too far weâll 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
Oh, Marina, Marina, itâs cold and itâs lonely
When youâre pointing a gun at the President
Iâm no flunky with a rifle, Iâm an N.R.A. golden boy
Iâm a genius forging a legend
âWhereâs the truth about us?â
You came in demanding
Your scarlet face wrung that old southern bell
My Rett Hoover reply left me hard to peg:
âThe truth about us Iâve buried deep in Connallyâs leg.â
Pry open all the coffins, thereâs only one thing inside,
A pink dress and a pill box hat with Camelot tags
Oh, Marina, Marina, itâs cold and itâs lonely
When reporters are carrying your coffin
Oh, please baby please, let coincidence leave me
A martyr to patriotic negligence
âShould old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to trial...â
Every girl and boy can grow up to be the President
Or grow up to be the Presidentâs killer...
Itâs equal opportunity
Itâs the land of hope and glory
Itâs a cheap Italian mail-order thriller...
The truth about us
Sailed for Manhattan
What was it hoping to find?
Cheers from Ellis Island?
We turned them back from the shore
Sent them back out to see
How Promise can grow smaller if two sides agree
We sent them packing off to Auschwitz -
When we heard the reports
We wrote, âHow dare you!â with their ashes
As if we couldn't have known
You see Marina, Marina,
Iâve learned lessons from my country
About national interest and the âBig Pictureâ
Iâm gonna manifest my destiny
Gonna spread the legs of misery
Iâve got my piece in my hand and Iâm loaded
The truth about us
Ainât hard to figure
Itâs adding up to one hell of a toll on us
We had been up all night
When the tympani rolled
Faxed-in paper pledges turned to solid gold
Kids pick up your guns from the thug in classroom âDâ
Thereâs people out there whose jobs depend on our misery
Thatâs the truth about us
- Album:
- Notes Falling Slow
- Kennedy Suite
- Wilderness
- One Soul Now
- In The Time Before Llamas
- Open
- Rarities, B-Sides And Slow, Sad Waltzes
- The Trinity Sessions
- Black-Eyed Man
- Lay It Down
- Miles from Our Home
- Miscellaneous
- Pale Sun, Crescent Moon
- The Caution Horses
- The Trinity Session
- Whites off Earth Now!!
- At the End of Paths Taken
- Early 21st Century Blues
- Renmin Park
- Demons