They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants - Black Ops lyrics

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Black ops, black ops

A holiday for secret cops!

Black ops, black ops

Dropping presents from the helicopter

It's been a long, we've been so far from home

Too many people here, here come the drums!

We take the best of it and make a mess of it

Ripping up someone and then we're gone!

Black sights, black sights

A thousand miles from day or night!

Black sights, black sights

The story will remain unwritten!

Before we make you gone, you best be running on

Stick to the music child, don't get us rilled

Hey, there's a spot we've missed,

I see a communist

And there's another one and his dumb son!

Black ops, black ops

Middle files filled with knock out drops

Black ops, black ops

Maybe leave you in your old gym locker!

A thousand miles from day or night!

The story told before rewriting

There's a passport here, but it could disappear

Time after landing, but don't look so sad

We fly to Amsterdam and in a little bit

We'll sing our special song and this is it:

You'll be standing when the music stops

We're not worrying about the optics!

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