Drone Control Songtext
von The Ratchets

You can′t look forward to the weekend
Cause Joe they're taking it from you
You′re shopping nights instead of sleeping
What is a poor boy left to do?
And every time we turn around
Politicians make some noise
You clap your hands they won't let go


Now that there's nothing to believe in
Moms have kids and they grow up cruel
I wonder who they will look up to?
Some fashion punks wearing populist rouge
And every time we turn around
Streetwear brands they make some noise
You clap your hands they won′t let go

Drone control, save up the money that you work for
Last to know, buying things in some shit store

Cell stations blanket out the signal
Text your sherpa from the tarmac in Kathmandu
Boy finish up your karma cola
Cause the mothership is waiting here for you
And every time we turn around
The cell phones ring they make some noise
You clap your hands they take control


Drone control, my girl has internet connections
Last to know, that bring her everything she needs
Drone control drone control, and over here in north america
Lose control lose control
Cleaning products ain′t keeping anybody clean