There's a little figure on the television
Scratching at the ground by a pile of rags
A grainy little figure on a surveillance screen
That's weighing up the moment, he must be guilty
What's he doing with that stick?
What's he doing with that stick?
He must be guilty
He must be guilty
What's he doing with that stick?
What's he doing with that stick?
He must be guilty
He must be guilty
Back in Nevada, the future is upon us
And it's not a pleasant one, the drones have come
They've come in their thousands, unveiled in Texas
To roaring voices, but nobody asked us if we wanted them
What's he doing with that stick?
What's he doing with that stick?
He must be guilty
He must be guilty
What's he doing with that stick?
What's he doing with that stick?
He must be guilty
He must be guilty
Power to the predator, the Grim Reaper
See the little suspects running for shelter
The drones have come, come in their thousands
But nobody asked us if we wanted them
If we wanted them, if we wanted them
Back in the bunker, in the operations room
A bored soldier is eating his lunch
Watching television, waiting for a word
From the senior officer so that he can go home
Job done, saying
What's he doing with that stick?
What's he doing with that stick?
He must be guilty, he must be guilty
What's he doing with that stick?
What's he doing with that stick?
He must be guilty
He must be guilty
Power to the predator, the Grim Reaper
Brainy little suspects running for shelter
The drones have come, come in their thousands
But nobody asked us if we wanted them
Nobody asked us if we wanted them
Nobody asked us if we wanted them
Nobody asked us if we wanted them
Nobody asked us if we wanted them
Nobody asked us if we wanted them
Nobody asked us if we wanted them
Nobody asked us if we wanted them
Nobody asked us if we wanted them
Nobody asked us if we wanted them
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