well I guess you could say
that I miss the music
now the dollar’s a collar I wear
taking me round town
away from the down-town
a drum beats still steady from there
god I would serve you
if only for money
cos man as I try to take flight
there’s napalm each morning
and no shepherd’s warning
no matter what I wish at night
but here’s to that drum
it might be a crumb
still right now we’ll carry on breathing
I’m back to the silence
its terrible violence
for all that is left of the weekend