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