The Spoils Of War Lyrics & Chords By Star Fucking Hipsters

shoving morals and ethics aside
for a slug and a slogan, a slice of the pie
the mass apathy with no clue
the papers all printed in red, white and blue
statistically we could survive
for the low, low price of third world lives
while popping caps, you pop a stitch
the spoils of war to glut the rich
the filthy fingers in the pot
strip the world of all it's got
the paper helps us think this way
who needs the truth when getting paid?