They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair [1]
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 [2] but no one calls 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 [3] and Grandpa drove a tank
Daddy was air cavalry, flew choppers in Da Nang [4]
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? [5]
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 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 don't wanna do no more
I speak the cold logistic that warriors speak so well
Foxtrot Tango Whiskey [5] 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, Ive done plenty boys, and I ain't gonna do no more
But of course if they back me in the corner they'll be dead before they hit the floor
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 [2] but no one calls 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 [3] and Grandpa drove a tank
Daddy was air cavalry, flew choppers in Da Nang [4]
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? [5]
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 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 don't wanna do no more
I speak the cold logistic that warriors speak so well
Foxtrot Tango Whiskey [5] 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, Ive done plenty boys, and I ain't gonna do no more
But of course if they back me in the corner they'll be dead before they hit the floor
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[2] Contras were a guerrilla group backed by the USA who fought against communists in Nicaragua
[3] Reference to the battle of Shiloh, a battle in the US civil war
[4] City in Vietnam
[5] The extent to which Reagan was aware of the US involvement in Nicaragua is unclear, in addition, the CIA may have been involved in the drug trade to financially support the Contras
[5] "FTW" (likely meaning Fuck The World) spoken in NATO phonetic alphabet (Foxtrot=F, Tango=T, Whiskey=W)