Story Behind the Song
The drone. Surrounded by them. Perhaps one of them. This song you hate, this song you love.
Lyrics
Welcome back to Monday, Can’t relate gotta skate
Wait it out till Sunday, once a week gotta sleep
Don’t remember how to work, twelve to eight, always late,
Know I can’t survive on a nine to five in the hive
I’m a drone and I can’t go home,
When you’re full, I’m expendable
Marking time on the assembly line,
Like machinery for the economy
Every morning catch a buzz, getting high, getting by
Working for the man, though secretly I still defy
Every night I hide from the thought, cops, never stop
Try to change my mind, but it seems like they get inside it
I’m a drone and I can’t go home,
When you’re full, I’m expendable
Marking time on the assembly line,
Like machinery for the economy
Like machinery…
Spend a lifetime and pretend it’s not you
Give your best years and forget what was true
Pay you nothing, in the meantime still you think your will is free
And they kill you when they please
I’m a drone and I can’t go home,
When you’re full, I’m expendable
Marking time on the assembly line,
Like machinery for the economy
Like machinery…
Welcome back to your life, peaceful war nothing more
Sitting on a landmine, piece of eight, worth the wait?
Watch them put the guns to a million heads, like you said
Thought you could get back as a hero, but they screwed you bad
I’m a drone and I can’t go home,
When you’re full, I’m expendable
Marking time on the assembly line,
Like machinery for the economy
Like machinery for the economy
Like machines that bleed for the economy
Like machines that bleed to feed unending greed
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