The Truth

Son, we live in a world that has walls and
Those walls have to be guarded by men with guns
Who's gonna do it? You? You have that luxury
You have the luxury of not knowing what I know
If Lieutenant Kendrick gave an order that Santiago
Wasn't to be touched, why did he have to be transferred?

Son, we live in a world that has walls and
Those walls have to be guarded by men with guns
Who's gonna do it? You? You have that luxury
You have the luxury of not knowing what I know
And my existence, while grotesque and
Incomprehensible to you, saves lives
You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk
About at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall

We use words like honor, code, loyalty
We use these words as the backbone of a life spent
Defending something. You use them as a punchline
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a
Man who writhes and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that
I provide. I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to

You can't handle the truth
Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to

Did you order the code red?
I did the job
Did you order the code red?
You're goddamn right I did