When you’re young you succumb
To the rhythm and the strum of your dreams now
They provoke you with fear, is it part of a career?
Need that money now
Demand that you burn all your poems
And just do what you’re told
I’ve had enough
Give us back to the music
You imagine and play then they take it away just to serve now
Brake your back for some stacks take a break catch some flack
Don’t be crying now
They say that arts for the young
But I belong to the drum
I’ve had enough
Give us back to the music