Student Visas - Corb Lund

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 much no more

There ain’t no fun in killin folk and I dont wanna do no more

My great great rode at Shiloh and Grandpa drove a tank

Daddy was air cavalry, flew choppers in Da Nang

I worked mostly clandestine, the branch I should not say

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 dont 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 its 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 dont 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 dont wanna do no more

Believe me, Ive done plenty boys, and I ain’t gonna do no more

But of course if they back me in the corner theyll be dead before they hit the

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