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 mmmm wish 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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