The True Cross Songtext

When we left the Saigon embassy The last ones out the door We fire-bombed their paperwork To cover up their war We partied on the Arizona Until after twenty days When the lights of San Diego Woke us from our drunken haze And then the general calls us back, he says, "We need you to assist" When they paid us off in unmarked bills I guess we got the gist With two vatos out of Houston And one from San Antone In the bloody streets of Salvador They left us on our own Now we don't meddle in their politics We could not take the pain Ain't the way we analyze Ain't the way we train We know twelve dialects of Spanish Plus the one in Panama We're the MVP's for the CIA PTSD and all So you can keep my bronze medallions You can stick my silver stars All I need is something I can spend In this Guatemalan bar Fourteen rounds, a Belgian Browning And a two-star general's pay And I'll keep right on a-killin' for the United S. of A. So as I look out on these mountains From the nightclub Carribelle Some officer is ordering civilians shot to hell And I think of my own country How she treated me so bad And how we finally found a way to live The best we ever have Compañeros out of Saigon The last to leave that day But we been twenty years a killin' for the United S. of A.