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.