Lyrics Star Fucking Hipsters

Star Fucking Hipsters

The Spoils Of War

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?