Call To Arms

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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 ******
Well son I hope you don't grow up
Believing that you've got to be a puppet to be a man
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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 ******* Bills' hat
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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 ******* skies
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Turn off the TV
Turn off the news
Nothing to see here
They're serving the blues
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******** on my TV
******** on my radio
Hollywood telling me how to be me
The ********'s got to go
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