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Bass Drum. . . war symbol, move me on with dignity
Look at these hands they're trouble.
Everthing I touch is moving I'm not sure I like it,conflicting rythmns in my head.
Those damn nerves won't give up they're playing hell with me now.I tend to be distracted by the simplest of things
So fly me up to heaven on a distant pair of wings.
Big Drum. . . put me on the night train to China
Big Drum. . . put me on a plane for Brazil.I can't work, with pleasure, I think, think mmmmwish I wasn't here. It's no fun to chase your shadow ... I never used to pretend.
Bass Drum goes on for ever. . . Bass Drum never changes time. . .
Bass Drum oh so lonely
And not so much as a conversation
I tend to be distracted by the simplest of things
So fly me up to heaven on a distant pair of wings.
Big Drum. . . put me on the night train to China.
Big Drum. . . put me on a plane for Brazil.
Bass Drum war symbol
See the children of the free world dancing
Bass Drum war symbol
Look at the price of fun. . . every one.
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