Call to Arms

歌詞

Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq & Iran North Korea, tell me where does it end The bodies keep piling up every day How many more are they gonna send They send our sons and daughters off to die for some oil and to control the heroin Son I hope you don't grow up believing that you have to be a puppet to be a man They'll cut off your hair and put a patch on your arm And strip you of your identity Tell you to keep your mouth shut boy and get in line To go and meet your maker overseas 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 We're 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 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