Student Visas

They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair
 They gave us student visas when we were over there
 They staged us out of Hondo al este del Salvador
 I guess you'd call us Contras but no one calls us much no more
 There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I don't wanna do no more
 My great great rode at Shiloh and Grandpa drove a tank
 Daddy was air cavalry, flew choppers in the Nam {Da Nang}
 I worked mostly clandestine, the branch I should not say {CIA}
 We played with better guns and I could use the extra pay
 Did Reagan give the order? Did cocaine pay the bill?
 They said 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
 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
 Foxtrot tango whiskey, and I'll see you in hell
 A soldierly bravado, an unspeakable guilt
 That village, it was communist but it was kinda hard to tell
 There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I don't wanna do no more
 Believe me, I've done plenty boys and I ain't gonna do no more
 'Course if they back me in the corner
 They'll be dead before they hit the floor