Sturgill Simpson - Call to Arms lyrics

I done Syria, Afghanistan, 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're 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 Believin' 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 overseas Wearing that Kim Jong-il hat Grandma's selling pills stat Meanwhile I'm wearing my can't-pay-my-f**ing-bills hat Well, nobody's looking up to care about a drone All too busy looking down at our phone People begging for a food like a dog from a 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 Ain't nothing to see They're serving the blues Bullsh** on my TV Bullsh** on my radio Hollywood telling me how to be me Bullsh**'s got to go