Drum

Mr. Drum was here yesterday He knows just what he needs And gives what he's got to the thump of his creed Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse Good looking corpse In a witch doctor's den, in a shanty shabeen From the echoes of laughter I know where he's been From the liquor you've drunk and the air that you breathe Is the tap of his typing, is the sweat from his sleeve Live fast, die young Leave a good looking corpse Good looking corpse On the corners of streets with a dash to the tail Is provoking a malice as sharp as a nail And a wit he has slain with an eye full of ink Is a stab in the dark and a push to the brink Oh drum I was glad, I was glad in your beat Oh drum I was moved by your love of your street Oh drum I was glad, I was glad in your beat Oh drum I was moved by your love of your street And if you have gone then I'll summon you back With the reach of your spirit past the white and the black Tell me please, tell me Henry, tell me ever and more Tell your son, tell your daughter, and open the door Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse Good looking corpse I'm a hag and I'm hooked I'm down and I'm in I'm a world without water I'm fat and I'm thin I'm a story you told I'm the promise that you sound I'm the day without water I'm the world that I want Live fast die young, leave a good looking corpse Good looking corpse Oh drum I was glad, I was glad in your beat Oh drum I was moved by your love of your street Oh drum I was glad, I was glad in your beat Oh drum I was moved by your love of your street Oh drum I was glad, I was glad in your beat Oh drum I was moved by your love of your street Oh drum I was glad, I was glad in your beat Oh drum I was moved by your love of your street