Lyrics:

Bass Drum. . . war symbol, move me on with dignity
Look at these hands they're trouble
Everthing I touch is moving I'm not sure I like it
Conflicting rythmns in my head
Those damn nerves won't give up they're playing hell with me now
I tend to be distracted by the simplest of things
So fly me up to heaven on a distant pair of wings
Big Drum. . . put me on the night train to China
Big Drum. . . put me on a plane for Brazil
I can't work, with pleasure, I think, think mmmm
Wish I wasn't here. It's no fun to chase your shadow
... I never used to pretend
Bass Drum goes on for ever. . . Bass Drum never changes time. .
Bass Drum oh so lonely
And not so much as a conversation
I tend to be distracted by the simplest of things
So fly me up to heaven on a distant pair of wings
Big Drum. . . put me on the night train to China
Big Drum. . . put me on a plane for Brazil
Bass Drum war symbol
See the children of the free world dancing
Bass Drum war symbol
Look at the price of fun. . . every one