Bang To Break The Drum

Dm Am Just like an elephant memory, he comes and never fades Dm Am she turned his stomach upside down as she played the queen of spades Dm Am They pistol-whipped an outcome tossed a coin and called a draw Dm Am Threw a blanket on a flight of stairs and fasted up his jaw Dm We bang to break the drum Am We rub the shine, we shine the light Dm We light the fuse, the fuse the powder Am Cause the powder makes it right Dm We bang to break the shed Am We shed the skin, we skin the bear Dm We bear the fall, we fall the towers Am Cause the towers brings me there Dm Am The petals fall forever on Picadilly Lane Dm Am And the children take their medicine as they stand to watch the rain Dm Am The wagon wheels are made of cheese, the moon is made from grass Dm Am And the wicker drinks the water where the preacher screams for mass Dm We bang to break the drum Am We rub the shine, we shine the light Dm We light the fuse, the fuse the powder Am Cause the powder makes it right Dm We bang to break the shed Am We shed the skin, we skin the bear Dm We bear the fall, we fall the towers Am Cause the towers brings me there Dm Am Nothing about us is flawless as the sirens in her mind Dm Am He broke apart her diary to judge and defile Dm Am The carnival was sleeping when the doves had gotten free Dm Am The treasure of the secret love is swallowing the key Dm We bang to break the drum Am We rub the shine, we shine the light Dm We light the fuse, the fuse the powder Am Cause the powder makes it right Dm We bang to break the shed Am We shed the skin, we skin the bear Dm We bear the fall, we fall the towers Am Cause the towers brings me there Dm Am The dead are all we have to set the worthiness of life Dm Am The angels smoke about the bridges sharpening the knife Dm Am The sedum was a sucker-punch from Michael to the Pope Dm Am The anti-mute wear muzzles and a necklace cut from rope Dm We bang to break the drum Am We rub the shine, we shine the light Dm We light the fuse, the fuse the powder Am Cause the powder makes it right Dm We bang to break the shed Am We shed the skin, we skin the bear Dm We bear the fall, we fall the towers Am Cause the towers brings me there Dm Am The Amish are patrolling over under angry stars Dm Am To the pilgrimage is set by men who stroke guitars Dm Am The moon upon the caravan is driving thunderheads Dm Am While the painter sings about his blues and chokes upon his red Dm We bang to break the drum Am We rub the shine, we shine the light Dm We light the fuse, the fuse the powder Am Cause the powder makes it right Dm We bang to break the shed Am We shed the skin, we skin the bear Dm We bear the fall, we fall the towers Am Cause the towers brings me there