Music Friday: "Call to Arms"

I'm patiently waiting for the new album (in CD form) from Sturgill Simpson Johnny Blue Skies to arrive.

In the meantime, here's the final tune from A Sailor's Guide to Earth, which is one of my favorite albums of his. 

The lyrics are below the videos, lyrics that are highly relevant to what's going on. 

Lyrics

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.