They Might Be Giants - Black Ops Lyrics
Black opsBlack opsA holiday for secret copsBlack opsBlack opsDropping presents from the helicopterIt's been a long yearWe've been so far from homeToo many people hereHere come the dronesWe take the best of itAnd make a mess of itRipping up some lawnAnd then we're goneBlack sitesBlack sitesA thousand miles from day or nightBlack sitesBlack sitesThe story will remain unwrittenBefore we make you goneYou'd best be running onStick to the music, childDon't get us riledHey, there's a spot we missedI see a communistAnd there's another oneAnd his dumb sonBlack opsBlack opsLittle vials filled with knock-out dropsBlack opsBlack opsMaybe leave you in your old gym lockerA thousand miles from day or nightA story told before rewritingThere's a passport hereBut it could disappearTarmac to landing padDon't look so sadWe fly to AmsterdamAnd in a little bitWe'll sing our special songAnd this is itYou'll be standing when the music stopsWe're not worrying about the optics
