Return of the Drums
Robert Pollard
You're out of the swamp
You get out of the swamp
You're finally out
You're finally out
Return of the drums
A Cuban stabber had a little piece of luck
With a breadbox girl
The occasional stink, everybody knows it
Return of the drums
There are miles of eyes
As we ride bareback and dazed
Closing in on the zone
Known as unknown rock
Facing the guard
Hanging onto nothing
Return of the drums
Return of the drums
Return of the drums
Return of the drums
Return of the drums
Return of the drums
Return of the drums
Return of the drums
Return of the drums
Return of the drums