Call to Arms

I done Syria, Afghanistan,Iraq and Iran

North Korea, tell me where does it end

Well the bodies keep piling up with everyday

How many more of them they're gonna send

Well they sent their sons and daughters off to die

for some war to control the heroin

Well, son I hope you don't grow up

Believin' that you've got to be a puppet to be a man

Well they cut off your hair and put a badge on your arm

Strip you off your identity

Tell you to keep your mouth shut boy and get in the line

Meet your maker overseas

Wearin' that Kim Jong-il hat while your grandma is selling pills stat

Meanwhile I'm wearing 'can't pay my fucking bills' hat

Nobody is lookin' up to care about a drone

All too busy lookin' down at our phone

Our ego's begging for a food like a dog from our feed

Refresing obsessively until iur eyes start to bleed

They serve up distractions and we eat them with fries

Until the bombs fall out of our fucking skies

Turn off the TV

Turn off the news

Nothin' to see here

They're serving the blues

Bullshit on my TV

Bullshit on my radio

The Hollywood telling me how to be me

The bullshit's got to go