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