Call To Arms

I done Syria Afganistan Iraq and Iran
North Korea tell me where does it end
Well the bodies keep piling up with every day
How many more of em they gonna send.

Well they send their sons and daughters off to die for some moral
To control the heroine
Well son I hope you don't grow up
Believing 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 of your identity
Tell you to keep your mouth shut boy and get in the line
Meet your maker over seas.

Wearing that Kim Jong-il hat while your grandma's selling pills stat
Meanwhile, I'm wearing my ‘can't pay my fucking bills' hat.

Nobody's looking up to care about a drone
All too busy looking down at our phone
Our ego's begging for food like a dog from our feed
Refreshing obsessively until our 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
Nothing to see here
They're serving the blues
Bullshit on my TV
Bullshit on my radio
Hollywood telling me how to be me
The bullshit's got to go.