Drones
To the tune of ÒAll I Have to Do Is DreamÓ by the Everly Brothers
Drones, drones, drones,
drones.
Drones, drones, drones,
drones.
The coward's way for waging war;
Now would you say that's what you're for?
For risk-free killing all you have to use
is
Drones, drone, drone, drones.
When we can't bend them to our will
And we're not sure just who to kill,
For wholesale killing all we have to use is
Drones, drone, drone, drones.
We
can't sort them out, but we can take them out
Anytime night or day,
Only trouble is, gee whiz,
We're blowing civilians away.
Now Trump's deciding that
more must die
Without the need to tell
us why.
It's quiet killing when all he has to use
is
Drones, drone, drone, drones.
Drones, drones.
We can't sort them out, but we can take
them out
Anytime night or day,
Only trouble is, gee whiz,
We're blowing civilians away.
Now Trump's deciding that more must die
Without
the need to tell us why.
WeÕre cowardly killers when all we have
to use is
Drones, drone, drone, drones.
David Martin
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