Black Ops

Black ops

Black ops

A holiday for secret cops

Black ops

Black ops

Dropping presents from the helicopter

It's been a long year

We've been so far from home

Too many people here

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

He'll be standing when the music stops

We're not worrying about the optics

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written by LINNELL, JOHN / FLANSBURGH, JOHN

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