We work for s***, die for little more. b****** nations sing their anthems to a currency armed with self-interest. So why fear the symbol on a belt? I know nothing's perfect here, but that doesn't mean I need a star to remind me. So nobody's perfect, but then flaws are nothing new. just the sum of our vices. Call me old fashioned but at least I try. Stand back and watch me burn up your overnight sensation. This feeling is just a chemical, not a perfect drug. Safe and conditioned when all that you see is how a badge coould define things! Proud and uniformed, yet frality sticks like glue. Watchful eyes pay for empire and air tastes of hubris. It chokes so much that I can't breath. Oh Salvador! This machine couldn't wait for you. Sweat soaked summer days. Do their best to remind me we're making enemies. Ambassadors with deep green eyes sift through debris. And all this common ground just turns to ash.