Student Visas

     Em
They took away our dogtags, they had
 us grow our hair

They gave us student visas when we 
were over there
      Am
They staged us out of Hondo al este 
del Salvador
   Em
I guess you'd call us Contras but no
 one calls much no more
     D                             
There ain't no fun in killin' folk 
                        Em
and I don't wanna do no more

    Em
My great great rode at Shiloh and 
Grandpa drove a tank

Daddy was air cavalry, flew choppers
 in the Nam {Da Nang}
   Am
I worked mostly clandestine, the 
branch I should not say {CIA}
   Em
We played with better guns and I 
could use the extra pay
   Am
Did Reagan give the order? Did 
cocaine pay the bill?
   Em
They said we's fightin' communists 
but it was kinda hard to tell
    D                              
There ain't no fun in killin' folk 
                         Em
and I don't wanna do no more

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This was before Blackhawks and RPGs 
were king

My buddy on the door gun, he never 
felt a thing

When our Huey caught a rocket and 
both the pilots killed

And it pitched us over sideways on 
some Nicaraguan hill

My back felt like it's broken, my 
legs I could not feel

I kept on shooting communists but it
 was kind of hard to tell

There ain't no fun in killin' folk 
and I ain't gonna do no more


I never did heal up right from 
injuries sustained

Officially in Germany, officially 
while we trained

I remember all their faces, I dream 
about them still

I guess we's fightin' communists but
 it was kinda hard to tell

There ain't no fun in killin' folk, 
and I don't wanna do no more


I speak the cold logistic that 
warriors speak so well

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tango hotel

A soldierly bravado, an unspeakable 
guilt

That village, it was communist but 
it was kinda hard to tell
     D                             
There ain't no fun in killin' folk 
                        Em
and I don't wanna do no more
D                                 
Believe me, I've done plenty boys 
                         Em
and I ain't gonna do no more
                       D
But of course if they back me in the
 corner they'll be dead before they 
hit
     Em
the floor


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