The Death Drum
THE DEATH DRUM
BEAR IN MIND THAT DEATH IS A DRUM THAT
BEATS FOREVER
IT BEATS TO CALL THOSE WITH LIMITED DAYS HERE ON EARTH
IT BEATS OUT LOUD
GON GON GON THE BEAT GOES ON
IT CALLS AND CALLS FOR EVERYONE
BOY OR GIRL
YOUNG OR OLD,
WOMAN OR MAN
RICH OR POOR
SICK OR HEALTHY
SAD OR HAPPY
THIEF OR PROPHET
SINNER OR RIGHTEOUS
BLACK OR WHITE
I CAN NAME THEM ALL BUT EVERYONE’S CALLED
EVERYONE HEARS THE SOUND OF THE DRUM
IT BEATS FROM MORNING TILL NIGHT
FROM SUNDAY TO SUNDAY
FROM JANUARY TILL DECEMBER
THE DRUM GOES ON
BUT I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ITS SOUND
I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT CALLING MY NAME
FOR I STILL WANT TO ENJOY MY DAYS HERE ON EARTH
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