No Gold Stars For Nationalism Lyrics - Crime In Stereo

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.