Bang To Break The Drum

Just like an elephant memory, he comes and never fades

She turned his stomach upside down as she played the queen of spades

They pistol-whipped an outcome, tossed a coin and called a draw

Threw a blanket on a flight of stairs and fasted up his jaw

We bang to break the drum

We rub the shine, we shine the light

We light the fuse, the fuse the powder

Cause the powder makes it right

We bang to break the shed

We shed the skin, we skin the bear

We bear the fall, we fall the towers

Cause the towers brings me there

The pedals fall forever on Picadilly Lane

And the children take their medicine as they stand to watch the rain

The wagon wheels are made from cheese, the moon is made from grass

And the Wicca drinks the water where the preacher screams for mass

We bang to break the drum

We rub the shine, we shine the light

We light the fuse, we the fuse the powder

Cause the powder makes it right

We bang to break the shed

We shed the skin, we skin the bear

We bear the fall, we fall the towers

Cause the towers brings me there

Nothing felt as flawless as the sirens in her mind

He broke apart her diary to doctor all he'd find

The carnival was sleeping when the doves had gotten free

The treasure of the secret love is swallowing the key

We bang to break the drum

We rub the shine, we shine the light

We light the fuse, the fuse the powder

Cause the powder makes it right

We bang to break the shed

We shed the skin, we skin the bear

We bear the fall, we fall the towers

Cause the towers brings me there

The dead are all we have to set the worthiness of life

The angel-smoke about the bridge is sharpening the knife

The ceiling was the sucker-punch from Michael to the Pope

The anti-mute wear muzzles and a necklace cut from rope

We bang to break the drum

We rub the shine, we shine the light

We light the fuse, the fuse the powder

Cause the powder makes it right

We bang to break the shed

We shed the skin, we skin the bear

We bear the fall, we fall the towers

Cause the towers brings me there

The army trucks patrolling all but under angry stars

Say the pilgrimage is all beset by men who stroke guitars

The moon upon her caravan is driving thunderheads

While the painter sings about his blues and chokes upon his red

We bang to break the drum

We rub the shine, we shine the light

We light the fuse, the fuse the powder

Cause the powder makes it right

We bang to break the shed

We shed the skin, we skin the bear

We bear the fall, we fall the towers

Cause the towers brings me there

We bang to break the drum

We rub the shine, we shine the light

We light the fuse, the fuse the powder

Cause the powder makes it right

We bang to break the shed

We shed the skin, we skin the bear

We bear the fall, we fall the towers

Cause the towers brings me there