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Student Visas - Corb Lund (Cover) by Seth Staton Watkins

This one was heavily requested. To my knowledge, Corb Lund's song Student Visas is about the U.S.-backed and funded right-wing rebel groups that were active from 1979 to 1990 to act in direct opposition to the Marxist Sandinista Junta of National Reconstruction Government in Nicaragua which came to power in 1979 following the Nicaraguan Revolution.

During their war against the Nicaraguan government, the Contras committed numerous human rights violations,, and acts of terrorism were central to their overall military strategy. Supporters of the Contras tried to downplay these violations, particularly the Reagan administration in the US, which engaged in a campaign to influence public opinion in favor of the Contras, while covertly encouraging the Contras to attack civilian targets.

From the beginning, the rebels received financial and military support from the United States government, and their military aims depended on it. After US support was banned by Congress, the Reagan administration covertly continued it. These illegal activities culminated in the Iran–Contra affair.

This is just one of many instances in which the United States government backed violent right wing reactionary terrorist groups in their efforts to stifle left wing democratic governments, that would otherwise fight back against US imperialism and corporate interests abroad.

Lyrics:
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.