When we rode into town we didn't have horses We had fate by the balls destiny's face turning blue Settled for less On love's dusty trail We wanted something more than just an o k corral Take the skeletons from the closet put 'em under the floor Let's settle up on boot hill to the view we adore The truth about us You can't 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 that's too far we'll 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 it's cold and it's lonely When you're pointing a gun at the President I'm no flunky with a rifle I'm an N R A golden boy I'm a genius forging a legend Where's the truth about us You came in demanding Your scarlet face wrung that old southern bell My Rett Hoover reply left me hard to pegļ¼š The truth about us I've buried deep in Connally's leg Pry open all the coffins there's only one thing inside A pink dress and a pill box hat with Camelot tags Oh Marina Marina it's cold and it's lonely When reporters are carrying your coffin Oh please baby please let coincidence leave me A martyr to patriotic negligence Should old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to trial Every girl and boy can grow up to be the President Or grow up to be the President's killer It's equal opportunity It's the land of hope and glory It's a cheap Italian mail order thriller The truth about us Sailed for Manhattan What was it hoping to find Cheers from Ellis Island Ha 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 How dare you with their ashes As if we couldn't have known You see Marina Marina I've learned lessons from my country About national interest and the Big Picture I'm gonna manifest my destiny Gonna spread the legs of misery I've got my piece in my hand and I'm loaded The truth about us Ain't hard to figure It's 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 D There's people out there whose jobs depend on our misery That's the truth about us