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 every day

How many more of 'em they gonna send?

Well, they send their sons and daughters off to die for some oil

To control the heroin

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 overseas

Wearing that Kim Jong-il hat, grandma’s selling pills

And meanwhile, I'm wearing my "can't pay my fucking bills" hat

Well, nobody's looking up to care about a drone

All too busy looking down at our phone

Ego's begging for food like a dog from a feed

Refreshing obsessively until our eyes start to bleed

They serve up distractions and we eat 'em with fries

Until the bombs fall out of our fucking skies

Turn off the TV

Turn off the news

There's 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