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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 heroin
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-fucking-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 fucking 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 telling me how to be me
Bullshit's got to go