Black Ops Songtext

Here come the drones
We take the best of it
And make a mess of it
Ripping up some lawn
And then we're gone

Black sites
Black sites
A thousand miles from day or night
Black sites
Black sites
The story will remain unwritten

Before we make you gone
You'd best be running on
Stick to the music, child
Don't get us riled
Hey, there's a spot we missed
I see a Communist
And there's another one And his dumb son

Black ops
Black ops
Little vials filled with knock-out drops
Black ops
Black ops
Maybe leave you in your old gym locker

A thousand miles from day or night

A story told before rewriting
There's a passport here
But it could disappear
Tarmac to landing pad
Don't look so sad
We fly to Amsterdam
And in a little bit
We'll sing our special song
And this is it

You'll be standing when the music stops

We're not worrying about the optics