Drones / What Fucking Year Is This?

by Red State Soundsystem

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released November 24, 2015

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Red State Soundsystem Las Vegas, Nevada

Red State Soundsystem was born in a cave in Asia Minor in 33AD and hasn't stopped since.

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Track Name: Drones
i cannot breathe in the city anymore
i want to leave but i've got nowhere else to go
i wanna disappear into the wilderness
let the forest be my cover and my alibi
they're always hovering, always hovering
always hovering overhead
they cut like scalpels through the sky

you must be my witness if i disappear
you must be my witness when i'm gone
you must be my witness if i disappear
you must be my witness when i'm gone

we won the contracts but we lost the war
everything has happened just the way we planned
and now that big black dog is lurching through the desert
digging for democracy beneath the bloody sand
but i can't sleep in my own goddamn bed
every night i hear the whisper of the drones
i feel them feeding on my power lines
i hear their humming in my bones

you must be my witness if i disappear
you must be my witness when i'm gone
you must be my witness if i disappear
you must be my witness when i'm gone

when i'm gone

who will forgive us for the things we've done?
who will forgive us for the things we've done?
who will forgive us for the things we've done?

who will be left to forgive us when we're done?
Track Name: What Fucking Year Is This?
what fucking year is this we're living in?
black bodies lying in the streets again
history plucked from the recycling bin
what fucking year is this again?

what fucking year is this, what century?
strange fruit hanging from decision trees
this killing ground was made for you and me
so be a man, boy, and stand up while you bleed

burn it down, burn it all down
spread the ashes and salt the ground
burn it down, burn it all down
spread the ashes and salt the ground

who fucking died and made you king?
bloody fingers decked with diamond rings
cut david's throat and cry over his broken sling
it doesn't matter, it doesn't cost you anything

what fucking difference does it make?
we've taken everything that we can take
crank up the engines and cut the brakes
round up the heretics and shame them at the stake

burn it down, burn it all down
spread the ashes and salt the ground
burn it down, burn it all down
spread the ashes and salt the ground