Catastrophe   Now all my happiest memories    Bear distinct 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