Call to Arms
by Sturgill Simpson
From the album: Cuttin' Grass: Vol. 2 - Cowboy Arms Sessions
Duration: 03:02
Lyrics for Call to Arms
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