Gavin Lurssen - Call to Arms lyrics

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 oil To control the h**n 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**ing 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 f**ing skies Turn off the TV Turn off the news Nothing to see here They're serving the blues Bullsh** on my TV Bullsh** on my radio Hollywood telling me how to be me The bullsh**'s got to go