Musicee - Trenart muse

Sumarið er þota á fleygiferð Dagsönn hamingja af bestu gerð Sumarið er september strílaður upp Betri stofu koníak á Kastrup Sumarið er toppskarfur tiplar svo létt Sumarið er stöðuvatn spegilslétt Sumarið er silungur soðinn upp á tíu Ég bíð hér komdu að finna mig aftur og aftur og aftur Sumarið er fullfermi af skærbleikum karfa Unglingar í beði reitandi arfa Sjoppustopp, pulsa og kókómjólk Sumarið er tíminn, til að hitta fólk Sumarið er kurlið á hnetutopp Séð og heyrt stúlkan í frottéslopp Sumarið er skvaldur á óræðum stað Ég gleymi mér á sumrin, og hvað með það

Home, it's becoming a killing field There's a crosshair locked on my heart With no recourse, and there's no one behind the wheel Hellfire, you're wiping me out, killed by Drones! Killed by Drones! Killed by You rule with lies and deceit And the world is on your side You've got the CIA, babe And all you've done is brutalise Drones! War, war just moved up a gear I don't think I can handle the truth I'm just a pawn, and we're all expendable Incidentally electronically erased by your Drones! Killed by Drones! Killed by You kill by remote control And the world is on your side You've got reapers and hawks, babe And now I am radicalised Drones! Killed by (You can run, but you're never gonna hide) (You can run, but you're never gonna, gonna, gonna) (You can run, but you're never gonna hide) (You can run, but you're never-) You rule with lies and deceit And the world is on your side You've got the CIA, babe And all you've done is brutalise You kill by remote control And the world is on your side You've got reapers and hawks, babe And now I am radicalised Here come the drones! Here come the drones! Here come the drones!