the truth about us (the ballad of lee and marina)

Lyrics

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 peg: "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