Here come the helicopters Lyrics

A tall, dark figure with his finger on the biggest trigger, the rich, get richer selling bombs to the highest bidder. A man crying, saying goodbye to his wife, knowing his chances of surviving pale by chances of dying in a cold ditch in a foreign land, or a drone strike while he's tucked in bed, shrapnel to the heart or a bullet to the head, just to satisfy the ego of the cold and greedy leaders of the world. Can you hear the blades 'a' whirling the beating of the air. The end is coming early vultures look over the widows as they sob into their pillows. It's too late to stop it. here Come the helicopters