Intro: G

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When we rode into town we didnt have horses
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We had fate by the balls and destinys face turned in
C
We settled for less on loves dusty trail
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We wanted something more than just an ok coral
D                                                           C
Take the skeletons from the closet, put em under the floor
D                                                         C
Lets settle up on boothill to the view we adore
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Heres the truth about us, we get exhumed by assumption
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We have to work hard, have to get on a talk show
C
Let the host root around, see where it goes
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If thats too far well bust a chair right over his nose
D                                                            C
Take a bite of the big apple while the room is for free
D                                                             C
Spit the pulp into the Hudson like it was British tea
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Aw marina, marina, its sad and its lonely, 
D                                                 Em
when your pointing the gun at the president
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Im a flunky with a rifle, Im an NRA golden boy
D                                   Em
a genius forging a legend
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Heres the truth about us, we came in demanding
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A scarlet face wrung battle southern bell - ?
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I let Hoover reply, left me hard to pay
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The truth about us is buried deep in Connolys lake
D                                                         C
Open all the coffins, only one thing inside      
D                                                    C
A pink dress and a pillbox hat with Camelot tags
        Am                         G
Aw marina, marina, its cold and its lonely
D                                       Em
When the porters are carrying your coffin
Am                                         G
Oh please baby please let the coincidence leave me
D                                         Em
A martyr to patriotic negligence
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Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to trial
Am                                                     G
Where every girl and boy can grow up to be the president
D                                               Em
Or grow up to be the presidents killer
Am                                                G
Its equal opportunity, its the land of hope and glory
D                                              Em
Its a cheap Italian mail order thriller
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Heres the truth about us, we sailed from Manhatten
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We were hoping to find the tears from Ellis island
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Send them back from the shore, send them back out to see
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How a promise can grow smaller if the two sides agree
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We sent them packing off to Auschwitz when we heard the reports
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We wrote how dare you with their ashes
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As if we couldnt have known
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Ya see marina, marina, I took lessons from my country
D                                                      Em
About national interest and the big picture
Am                                                 G
Gonna manifest my destiny, gonna spread the legs of misery
D                                                 Em
Got a piece in my hand and Im loaded
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Well the truth about us aint hard to figure
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Well its adding up to a hell of a toll on us
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We been up all night, let the tympani roll
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Facts in paper pledges turned to solid gold
D                                                   C
Pick up your guns from the thug in classroom B
D                                                                 C
Theres people out there whose lives depend on our misery, misery
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Its the truth about us...