The Dumb Drums

Those dumb drums
Can hold your hand
In the morning I am willing to forget
The cloud-crasher inside of my head
Is fine, fine upon a girl like you
But hey now wait a minute baby
Lets do it all again
I don't feel comfortable with the sin
The bridge-breaker inside of their mouth
Is more than, sometimes, unbelievable
In hoodwinking for all of your life
Not pretty, not fine, upon a girl like you
But hey now wait a minute baby
Lets do it all again
I don't feel comfortable with the sin