These drums pump like a pitch invasion
Immense persuasion
Puppets on a multi-coloured string
We will sing along – chants to plant a surefire legacy
When we threaten to invade your every soliloquy
Set these words in time to chime to your every single day
This is a parade all in our waking honour
Dishonour only brings with it fair inadequacy
To meet our minds right at the instrumental middle
Still tapping your feet, losing your nine-to-five, choking the whole weekend on through back to life
Feel the fright come Monday morning
Only ’til we pick up that beat once again, storm on in
Seems we’ve been warming these sticks for you all along

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