Tin Drum

Once I was young Once I was smart Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves The things we said weren't quite so tough When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building... this time For the art of parties Under heavy weather The art

We're pushing through these farming towns We worked hard ploughing over ground Red army calls you the call of the crowd Red army needs you they call you now Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Civilian soldier Cantonese boy Bang your tin d

Sometimes I'm quite alone I pack to leave a foreign town It seems I'll never know We'll make plans from mobile homes The slow boat's moving with the tide Drifting far from shore It's the nature of this country life I've never known before Still we'll

I hear a voice I hear a sound But nothing plays on my mind I take the car I travel 'round But nothing stays on my mind What do you do when things go wrong? I'm winning In the heart of the bushland But now I'm scared Now I'm lost in love All these thi

We're pushing through these farming towns We've worked hard ploughing over grounds Red army calls you The call of the crowd Red army needs you It calls you now Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Civilian soldier Cantonese boy Bang your ti

I'm walking young and strong But just a little too thin I may be happy, But I don't have a clue to this life In my mind Stay with me We could learn to fight Like every good boy should Cling to me We are blacked-out In visions of China tonight I'm bui

Sometimes I feel I've been here forever Sometime ago Sometimes we sense the doubt together Sometimes alone I'm tired but we won't sleep at all Even though the air is calm There's something here it's something warm Something cuts and scars inside toni

When the room is quiet The daylight almost gone It seems there's something I should know Well, I ought to leave But the rain it never stops And I've no particular place to go Just when I think I'm winning When I've broken every door The ghosts of my