Paroles de Just Like A Drummer
I saw you in the film for just 2 secondsA documentary set in heaven
Where the hipsters roll like children
And the writers roll like dogs
On rugs, in beds and on stages
And the singers hide behind the camera
I saw you in the film
Where the children write on glass
The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels
Through the window
Over the ledge
Under the curtain
On their bellies
Creeping and bending
Balls of string, coiled like springs
Hang down from the cymbal stands
And in your hands
I sleep just like a drummer
And wake up with the thunder
Of your typewriter
Every night
Well, every day our prayer goes on its knees
"I will quit the whites, the wine and the weed" From earth to the street to the bridge in the east
Where the Green Man wears a hat
The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels
Through the window
Over the ledge
Under the curtain
On their bellies
Creeping and bending
Balls of string, coiled like springs
Hang down from the cymbal stands
And in your hands
I sleep just like a drummer
And wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer)
Of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder)
just like a drummer (Of your typewriter)
I wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer)
Of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder)
just like a drummer (Of your typewriter)
I wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer)
Of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder)
just like a drummer (Of your typewriter)
I wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer)
Of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder)
just like a drummer (Of your typewriter)
I wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer)
Of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder)
just like a drummer (Of your typewriter)
just like a drummer (just like a drummer)
Every night
Where the children write on glass
The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels
Through the window
Over the ledge
Under the curtain
On their bellies
Creeping and bending
Balls of string, coiled like springs
Hang down from the cymbal stands
And in your hands
I sleep just like a drummer
And wake up with the thunder
Of your typewriter
Every night
Well, every day our prayer goes on its knees
"I will quit the whites, the wine and the weed" From earth to the street to the bridge in the east
Where the Green Man wears a hat
The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels
Through the window
Over the ledge
Under the curtain
On their bellies
Creeping and bending
Balls of string, coiled like springs
Hang down from the cymbal stands
And in your hands
I sleep just like a drummer
And wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer)
Of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder)
just like a drummer (Of your typewriter)
I wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer)
Of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder)
just like a drummer (Of your typewriter)
I wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer)
Of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder)
just like a drummer (Of your typewriter)
I wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer)
Of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder)
just like a drummer (Of your typewriter)
I wake up with the thunder (just like a drummer)
Of your typewriter (wake up with the thunder)
just like a drummer (Of your typewriter)
just like a drummer (just like a drummer)
Every night
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