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Tin Drum (Childs Toni)

There's an old man talkin' To a young boy weepin' An old man shaking his head There's a cool gentle breeze In the night full of light As the red glow wavers instead There's a black man crying And a white man dyin' A black mans head in the air And the shock of life Feeds the night Beats what's in my head Holding tight in the stillness of the night In the stillness of my thoughts Yet, I know I've only started Beating on a tin drum, marching to a sound What is it I think? Am I beating on a tin drum marching to a cause When I don't know what it is I believe I believe, I believe, beating on life Lonely peeping chick Calling to his mother Runs amuck In a sunken black ditch And Williams with the widow While Martha's in the meadow And the lamb is layin' in sick And the boy in black Is talking some slack To the king of Auld Lang Syne And my heart goes out But I cannot spout what I do not know inside Holding tight in the stillness of the night In the stillness of my thoughts Yet, I know I've only started Beating on a tin drum, marching to a sound What is it that I think? Am I beating on a tin drum marching to a cause When I don't know what it is I believe, I believe Beating on a tin drum, marching to a sound What is it that I think? Am I beating on a tin drum, marching to a cause When I don't know what it is I believe I believe, I believe Beating on a drum Beating on the life Beating on the cause Beating in the night Beating on a drum Beating on the life