Mq9

"Six, seven, eight"

Never lay your cards on the table
Never one to take your shot
Waving a fist over nature
Light 'em up, it's terror in the skies

Fire in the mouth of an angel
Coming from the mountaintop
Lacing my boots in your bedroom
Hit 'em with the MQ-9

Do, do
Do-do, do, do
Do-do, do, do
Do-do, do, do
Do-do

Printing up lies in the paper
Anything to raise a stock
Hidden in the last line written
Every word was murder in the night

Do, do
Do-do, do, do
Do-do, do, do
Do-do, do, do
Do-do

Isn't it a wonder
How you cry for your history?
Run from the thunder
You'll be running 'til your dying day
Coast from the water
Do you bleed for the rich man's game?
So far
Far away

Do-do, do, do
Do-do, do, do
Do-do, do, do
Do-do, do, do
Do-do, do, do
Do-do, do, do
Do-do, do, do
Do-do