Theme from Stripes - Russian Girlfriends

Protected by distance Sudan doesn’t seem so bad

No direct consequence

When I’m in trouble I call my dad

Blood diamonds are boring, besides, they’re so 2012

The future’s so bright I seldomly see beyond myself

You spent the scholarship, on a sinking ship

Now you work for tips like your loser friends

The world don’t make any sense outside of your experience

You decided that your two cents «can make a difference, man»

You got so much culture from your world religions class

You learned some Arabic on your two week mission trip

Your holy hands held victims of hunger never felt

By your college professors or your soft white privilege guilt

Your parents still don’t approve

Of your newfound liberal views

But you’ve got a point to prove

Through laurels and best laid plans

But then shit got way too real

And you exhausted all your appeals

And money’s worth more than ideals

Whether or not you lose your hands

Just because they don’t know Jesus

Don’t make them strangers to crucifixion

White flesh is worth more in pieces

Pound for pound