I'm living the dream, in the dream I'm buried alive Two bed, grave, one bath, car and then drive Mirror covered windows block the light Feeding back reflection distorts life Cut connection Cut connection Cut connection Cut connection Don't be the drummer in my car Don't be the drummer in my heart I summon your hands to bring me what is mine I flatter your eyes and fail the heart behind All else elements in my design I don't waste my breath, don't waste my time Cut connection Don't be the drummer in my car Don't be the drummer in my heart Don't be the drummer in my I won't feel kiss, feel kiss, my lips won't part I won't feel touch, feel touch, my hands won't move Come on, bring that friction, get that spark Come on, be the drummer in my heart Cut connection Don't be the drummer in my car Don't be the drummer in my heart Don't be the drummer in my Cut connection Come on, to the oil, to the oil, to the well Drink from the oil well Be a man, be a king, be a poor machine We are part of all things Come on, to the oil, to the oil, to the well Drink from the oil well Be a man, be a king, be a poor machine We are part of all things Come on, to the oil, to the oil, to the well Drink from the oil well Be a man, be a king, be a poor machine We are part of all things Be a man, be a king, be a poor machine We are part of all things Be a man, be a king, be a poor machine Be a man, be a king, be a poor machine Be a man, be a king, be a poor machine