Skladba

Banging on the drum

Funk

Like is not right
I like that
Can be short
Some may say that
And now
Pardon me

The paperbacks I used
To give my soul a boost
They would not give me any
I tried the Aztec shrooms
I ended on the loo
Having an epiphany
Jumped on the InterCity
Enjoyed the sitting pretty
Really spending every penny
I tried the bling and the kitch
Calling my baby a bitch
Even looking telegenic

So I am banging
On my tin drum
So I am banging
On the door
I am the zeitgeist
I am the syndrom
You try and
Make me stop

I trained for iron race
And got the mud stuffed in my face
And I got sick o fit all
I triued to hug the trees and taking
To the bloody bees
They were not taking my call
I tried living online nad all I developad
Was cancer of spine
I was a sheep in the fold
Leaving the pearls all for the swine

Banging on the druh
Is just appealing
Banging on the druh
I lost the feeling
Banging on the drum
You try to steal it
The only trying I still believe

I gotta keep the beast
I gotta keep it sweet
I really go on counting
Time to growin up
Might be the time to stop
But I am onto something
Cause I tired gettng married
And get a job but I just
Did not really understand it
But what I do believe in
That I can get some in this life
If I just keep on drumming