The Spoils Of War Lyrics

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?

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