Ben Caplan & The Casual Smokers - Bang to Break the Drum lyrics

Just like an elephant memory, he comes and never fades She turned his stomach upside down as she played the queen of spades They pistol-whipped an outcome, tossed a coin and called a draw Threw a blanket on a flight of stairs and fasted up his jaw We bang to break the drum We rub the shine, we shine the light We light the fuse, the fuse the powder Cause the powder makes it right We bang to break the shed We shed the skin, we skin the bear We bear the fall, we fall the towers Cause the towers brings me there The pedals fall forever on Picadilly Lane And the children take their medicine as they stand to watch the rain The wagon wheels are made from cheese, the moon is made from gra** And the wicker drinks the water where the preacher screams for ma** We bang to break the drum We rub the shine, we shine the light We light the fuse, we the fuse the powder Cause the powder makes it right We bang to break the shed We shed the skin, we skin the bear We bear the fall, we fall the towers Cause the towers brings me there Nothing about us flawless As the sirens in her mind He broke apart her diary to?? The carnival was sleeping when the doves had gotten free The treasure of the secret love is swallowing the key We bang to break the drum We rub the shine, we shine the light We light the fuse, the fuse the powder Cause the powder makes it right We bang to break the shed We shed the skin, we skin the bear We bear the fall, we fall the towers Cause the towers brings me there The dead are all we have to set the worthiness of life The angels smoke about the bridges sharpening the knife The sedum was a s**er-punch from Michael to the Pope The anti-mute wear muzzles and a necklace cut from rope We bang to break the drum We rub the shine, we shine the light We light the fuse, the fuse the powder Cause the powder makes it right We bang to break the shed We shed the skin, we skin the bear We bear the fall, we fall the towers Cause the towers brings me there The Amish are patrolling over under angry stars To the pilgrimage is set by men who stroke guitars The moon upon the caravan is driving thunderheads While the painter sings about his blues and chokes upon his red We bang to break the drum We rub the shine, we shine the light We light the fuse, the fuse the powder Cause the powder makes it right We bang to break the shed We shed the skin, we skin the bear We bear the fall, we fall the towers Cause the towers brings me there We bang to break the drum We rub the shine, we shine the light We light the fuse, the fuse the powder Cause the powder makes it right We bang to break the shed We shed the skin, we skin the bear We bear the fall, we fall the towers Cause the towers brings me there