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All the people of the village unite
to sing and drink and dance the night;
The bride is lovely in her new white gown
Her smile lights up all the town.
Look out, be careful, the drone's a-comin'
The time has come to think of runnin'!
All the people so happy and gay
The groom knows not what to say,
The mother of the bride with pride is swollen;
A moment of peace is being stolen.
Look out, be careful the drone's a-comin'
The time has come to think of runnin'.
The father, worried, offers a toast:
To peace, he says, and happiness.
The bridegroom answers with a boast:
Fear not, father, God is near,
Fear not, mother, love is dear.
Look out, the drone is coming soon;
The drone, the drone, it cometh here.
The drone – ka---boom!
The drone – ka---boom!
Now there's something really to fear.
All the people of the village unite
To die together this moonlit night.
The bride herself is equally dead,
Her white dress is stained with red.
The mother, the father, toast no more
The bridegroom's head is a mass of gore.
Look out, the drone is comng soon;
The drone, the drone, it cometh here.
The drone – ka---boom!
The drone – ka---boom!
The drone cometh, it cometh here.
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