Lyrics

We don’t worship no golden bull
We follow the golden rule
We defend against attack
Come on, Santa, we want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
In every life, rain must fall
Life’s a beach, and then you die
Smile and the world smiles with you
You’ll be alone, if you cry
But we want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
From the desserts and the marshes
Over hill and over dale
We like to get emails
But come on Santa
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
(instrumental)
We’re a melting pot
with all kinds of choices
We’re looking forward
to what rewards us
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
Or else we’ll launch a space archade