Lyrics - Big Drum by Fischer-z

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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