John was sleeping in the parking lot

When a drone hit his window then the ground, he thought

He was dreaming until he heard the beeping mechanic sound

He felt his heartache take control

And he helped the robot out despite the cost

After all, he needs a night here

Before the weather gets too cold

I heard a crash and got up

To the smell of napalm

Saigon John’s on the run

Saigon John’s on the run

John was creeping from the cops

And thought a good gesture would serve him well

In his dreams he heard a voice speaking

Of love for his brothers in air

But looking up he saw the red lights

Of a thousand more drones flying high

And then they all came crashing down

At his feet on the ground

I heard a crash and got up

To the smell of napalm

Saigon John’s on the run

Saigon John’s on the run

Saigon John’s on the run

Saigon John’s on the run