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 floor1