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The Drones



We will slave and we will sing,
It's a common thing.
Take the tidings time may bring,
Take it under wing.
Give service to the capital King,
Give him everything, yeah.
We will slave and we will sing,
It's the only thing we've known, oh.

I was alone, but now I'm livin' alive,
I'm' a Livin' alive,
Livin' alive,
Oh, I once was a drone workin' in a hive.
I was livin' a lie,
Yeah.

We will slave and we will sing,
It's a common thing.
Take the tidings time may bring,
Take it under wing.
Give service to the capital King,
Give him everything you own.
Oh, we are the Drones.

Words could never hurt us,
But we're carrying the stick and the stones,
And it's breakin' our bones,
Oh yeah, we are the Drones.

We will slave and we will sing,
It's a common thing.
Take the tidings time may bring,
Take it under wing.
Give service to the capitol King,
Give him everything, yeah.
We will slave and we will sing,
It's the only thing we've known, oh.

No more hammerin' stakes,
No more diggin' a ditch,
No more paycheck to paycheck,
No more feedin' the rich.


No more dying for war,
Or the gasoline store.
But they'll never let you vote to go to war,
That's what they're there for.

We will slave and we will sing,
It's a common thing.
Take the tidings time may bring,
Take it under wing.
Give service to the capitol King,
Give him everything you own.
Oh, we are the Drones.

Words could never hurt us,
But we're carrying the stick and the stones,
And it's breaking our bones,
Oh yeah, we are the Drones.

Words could never hurt us,
But we're carrying the stick and the stones,
And it's breaking our bones,
Oh yeah, we are the Drones.


   
 
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