Crime In Stereo - No Gold Stars For Nationalism lyrics

Catastrophe! Now all my happiest memories bear distance resemblance to a nations spent shell casings to me. It's so obscene. With guns, germs, and steel we march faithfully into war until this one becomes abandoned like those on d** and poverty before. Two men do not make a world. If it's for us all, where's the support? Let's call a spade imperialism. We're off focus. I bet if I had a gun and a bullet for every kid I knew around here whose parents haven't spoken in years, I could fight these wars myself. Procure oil myself. Given half chance by myself to produce results in foreign lands I could connect pipelines by myself. Establish satellites by myself.