Call to Arms
When the fallout surrounds me
I feel right at home
It may be a crisis but please don't make me go
I'm just looking for some help from these old friends of mine
Volume up, a fresh haircut and I'll be feeling fine
Pull-on your leather
Find your place in line
There's no use waiting round here for a sign
I've got some theories myself for the drag
We can make our own flag, all we need is a rag
Show we ain't goin' nowhere fast
So I'll carry the torch now as it burns in my hands
All that matters to me is the heart of this band
I'm shape that don't fit into any size hole
I've got demons grasping me, they're ripping at my soul
Pull-on your leather
Find your place in line
There's no use waiting round here for a sign
I've got some theories myself for the drag
We can make our own flag, all we need is a rag
Show we ain't goin' nowhere fast
With no ears to listen and no eyes there to see
How can I expect them to know the real me?
Press my ear to the speaker before it gets blown
There is power within us that we have never known
Pull-on your leather
Find your place in line
There's no use waiting round here for a sign
I've got some theories myself for the drag
We can make our own flag, all we need is a rag
Show we ain't goin' nowhere fast
Writer/s: Jay Sullivan, Jesse Frick, Sarah Frick, Sean Fisher
