The Drummer Goes Berserk

Will you sigh for my protective drive?

Enduring with your manuscripted, overcharged denial

Twisted mind, sedated, neutralized

So won't you turn and buy me shots with gently tending eyes?

All that you planned: remade and over-organized

Will you drive?

And let me be on trial?

For not taking the talking part

And ruining our night

All that you planned: remade and over-organized

And never really meant

All that was new due to your big master plan

Simply failed

So give yourself a treat

The drummer goes berserk