Call to Arms (Explicit)

I done Syria Afganistan Iraq and Iraq

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 over seas

Wearing that Kim Jong-il hat

While your grandma's selling pills stat

Meanwhile I'm wearing my 'Can't Pay My F**king Bills' hat

Well nobody's looking up to care about a drone

All too busy looking down at our phone

Our ego's begging food like a dog from our head

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 f**king 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