The Drones Lyrics by Fat White Family
Bad people have
They have no songs
Charles Manson says
He is not wrong
For the unborn Irish rebel
And the questions he will have to ask
Georgy Osborne in his cradle
Maggie’s fingers in his crippled #ss
When the war is over
And the drones are safe and warm
On this special night
On this special night
I will die
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Fat White Family Lyrics – The Drones