So I'm not sure what event triggered this next song,
but there'd be so many since.
I'm gonna say that I'm not responsible.
What does it have to do with me?
What is my reaction?
Why should it be?
Drum on two cheers.
Drum on two cheers.
Drum on two tears.
Had my face in my head,
shambles in my throat.
My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow,
meaningless part.
Seems I wish the minutes would die.
All we can have of them is a page in some magazine.
So many cameras and not enough food.
This is what we've seen.
Drum on two tears.
Drum on two tears.
Drum on two tears.
Drum on two tears.
Protest is futile.
Nothing seems to get through.
What's to become of our world?
Hold on, walk the door.
How can you say that you're not responsible?
What does it have to do with me?
What is my reaction?
Why should it be?
Confronted by this latest atrocity.
Drum on two tears.
Drum on two tears.
Drum on two
cheers.
Drum on two tears.
Oh,
Drum on top tears,
drum on top tears drum on top tears drum on top tears.
Thank you!