Drones

 

To the tune of “All I Have to Do Is Dream” 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.

We’re cowardly killers when all we have to use is

Drones, drone, drone, drones.

Drones, drones.

 

David Martin

 

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