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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