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