Star f**ing Hipsters - The Spoils Of War lyrics

shoving morals and ethics aside for a slug and a slogan, a slice of the pie the ma** 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?