The Drum

The drum wakes up
He’ll have a real black eye this time
Hungover dream
He hung around too long last night

The drum gets up
How will he feel about this one?
The dream throws up
(He didn’t feel too good this time)

He’s got it all
He’s got it figured out
Dream in the hall back in the hospital

I’m not concerned
He’ll get it straight this time
And if he doesn’t, fuck it

The gun goes off
He’s always off about something
The drum just nods
The drum ain’t listening at all

The drum gets drunk
The drum reads James Joyce in the drunk
The dream falls down
The drum’s face breaks the dream's fall

He don’t have shit
He’s learned to live with it
The drum’s in debt
You owe me, don’t forget

That $20 bucks
Interest and moral support
And if you don’t, I swear

(This is our lifetime
I am his creator
A snowman slowly pulled apart
By separate poles of gravity)

(This is our lifetime
I am his creator
A snowman slowly pulled apart
By separate poles of gravity)

(This is our lifetime
I am his creator
A snowman slowly pulled apart
By separate poles of gravity)

(This is our lifetime
I am his creator
A snowman slowly pulled apart
By separate poles of gravity)

The drum goes forth
He’s got his flag unfurled or something
The drum won’t stop
The drum’s a menace to the public

Hold your drum high (the drum is stoned again)
Don’t wake him up, he’ll just start talking
The drum is dead (the dream is dead)
Long live the drum (long live the drum)

The drum is dead (the dream is dead)
Long live the drum (long live the drum)
The drum is dead (the dream is dead)
Long live the drum (long live the drum)

And I am his creator