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On pots or on pans
Or on ceilings, floors, guitars, boxes and walls
With chopsticks and hands
I intently craft my rhythm for the world
And I'll blow your mind
Making beats from anything I find

I don't need anything
I'll drum on me
On my body
Until I bleed or make you scream
I'll drum on me

There's a pop in the speaker when I up the volume on my stereo
That resulted from pounding while drumming along to the radio
And it blows my mind
Obsessively I'm drumming all the time

I don't need anything
I'll drum on me
On my body
Until I bleed or make you scream
I'll drum on me

Until the end of time
I'll be fighting with these rhythms in my mind

On cymbals and tom-toms with snare and kick
I surely cannot play
The dumb look on my face says
I'll figure out how to another day
Does it blow your mind
I cannot play real drums to save my life

But I don't need your sympathy
Cause I can drum on anything
And I won't bleed or make you scream
I'll drum on me