Big Drum

Ba*s 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. Ba*s Drum goes on for ever. . . Ba*s Drum never changes time. . . Ba*s 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. Ba*s Drum war symbol See the children of the free world dancing Ba*s Drum war symbol Look at the price of fun. . . every one.