Out in the night, they light up the sky, Hoverin’ low, then they shoot up high. Nobody knows, are they friend or foe? East Coast hummin’, we all wanna know. Some say it’s China, some say it’s stars, Others swear it’s aliens in cosmic cars. Flying too close, makin’ hearts deploy, What's out there, drones or plasmoids? Drones and plasmoids, shadows in the night, Buzzin’ over bases, givin’ folks a fright. Are they hobby toys or a secret ploy? We’re caught in the crossfire of drones and plasmoids. From New Jersey’s hills to Cape Cod’s shore, Whispers and sightings, the stories roar. Military’s watchin’, but they can't decide, Should they net 'em down or let 'em ride? Some call it a show, some call it a scam, While we all debate, they don’t give a damn. Twirlin' in the dark like a child’s decoy, What’s real, what’s fake, drones or plasmoids? Drones and plasmoids, shadows in the night, Buzzin’ over bases, givin’ folks a fright. Are they hobby toys or a secret ploy? We’re caught in the crossfire of drones and plasmoids. Crashin’ on runways, settin’ hearts ablaze, Strangers in the sky, leavin' us amazed. Hard beats poundin’, like the questions in our heads, What’s flying above while we’re safe in our beds? Drones and plasmoids, shadows in the night, Buzzin’ over bases, givin’ folks a fright. Are they hobby toys or a secret ploy? We’re caught in the crossfire of drones and plasmoids. So crank the drums and let the guitars wail, A hard-rock anthem to this crazy tale. Whether it’s truth or just a decoy, We'll sing all night 'bout drones and plasmoids.
