They Might Be Giants - Black Ops lyrics
rate meBlack ops, black ops
A holiday for secret cops!
Black ops, black ops
Dropping presents from the helicopter
It's been a long, we've been so far from home
Too many people here, here come the drums!
We take the best of it and make a mess of it
Ripping up someone and then we're gone!
Black sights, black sights
A thousand miles from day or night!
Black sights, black sights
The story will remain unwritten!
Before we make you gone, you best be running on
Stick to the music child, don't get us rilled
Hey, there's a spot we've missed,
I see a communist
And there's another one and his dumb son!
Black ops, black ops
Middle files filled with knock out drops
Black ops, black ops
Maybe leave you in your old gym locker!
A thousand miles from day or night!
The story told before rewriting
There's a passport here, but it could disappear
Time after landing, but 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!
