m vampin what you got Then setting up camp at your spot Foiling your plot Every rhyme that you jot I rock to the six like musty twat A dead corpses that
down main street Drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar! Bands are a playin' and flags are a wavin' And the Vanguards and Motorcycle Corps
notes begin, the grim violin then from the silence a violence of sirens orchestrate the score to which one more corpse is left quiet How we become the hollows of drums
a Siant-Jacques plus vite que je ne l'esperais...J'ai appris l'histoire de la fondation de cette ville. Selon la legende, le corps de Saint-Jacques serait
's, I'm not giving a shit Fuck the words that you heard and the lips that they hang from I stay banging the bang bang drums and hanging you lames in
the streets and of the truth The rhythm of your people is felt here To the song of the country that lives in you The magic of your hand on the drum Resonates
the mighty A king for kings to victory betrothed Vestige of mercy with filth befouled Winged shadow simulacrum Tenebrous dirge- ensanguined drums of
Jazeera got it wrong" The Press Corpse jumps on board singing the White House song While over in Iraq thousands are dead because of lies The spineless war drumming, press corpse
die forever more Slit the throat Let them rot, let them pay Let em taste their own blood Make 'em crawl Upon this corpse, I shall feast 'Till no hope
so we ask you please Can we help you find the peace and the star Oh my friend We have all come To fear the beating of your drum © 1969 Siquomb Publishing Corp
ground The gost of living fire I hear the beating of a wooden drum Telling stories 'bout the Lost and Gone I hear the beating of a wooden drum Can you
(4:28) * Written by J.D. Souther and Danny Kortchmar (c) 1986 Famous Music Corp. (ASCAP) If Anybody Had A Heart, Yours Would Never Be Broken. If Anybody
get over. the war drums drum. to find the teeth in the street, what does that mean? untrained eyes on the street ever after. war drums drumming.
vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums,
will No mercy in my heart Fires of hatred burned it Bloody streams mark my way Blood shed in a battle mixes with the soil Before wild beast come And mangle dead corpses
Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn In a silver casket With golden flowers over my head In a silver basket Let the drum and bugle corp play taps While cannons
who feel A feeling for the glockenspiel; I reckon that's all-right for some, I love to beat the big bass drum. Verse: If it's in the music store Or a drum and bugle corps