Lyrics Call to Arms - Sturgill Simpson
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
heroin
Well
son
I
hope
you
don't
grow
up
Believing
that
you
gotta
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
overseas
Wearing
that
Kim
Jong-Il
hat
Your
grandma's
selling
pills
stat
Meanwhile,
I'm
worried
I
can't
pay
my
fucking
bills
Nobody's
looking
to
up
to
care
about
a
drone
All
too
busy
looking
down
at
our
phones
Ego's
begging
for
food
like
a
dog
from
our
feed
Refreshing
obsessively
til
our
eyes
start
to
bleed
Serve
up
distractions
and
we
eat
em
with
fries
Til
the
bombs
fall
out
of
our
fuckin
skies
Turn
off
the
TV
Turn
off
the
news
Ain't
nothing
to
see
They're
serving
the
blues
Bullshit
on
my
TV
Bullshit
on
my
radio
Hollywood's
telling
me
how
to
be
Bullshit's
got
to
go
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