Paroles de No Gold Stars For Nationalism

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 drugs 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.