I hate my job Really think this time I'm gonna quit At home my mom and pop are fighting I get so tired of it
Yeah, and it's anything but fun But instead of reaching for my gun I play the drums I play the drums
I got a pretty little baby now She just turned 19 She lives across town Ten minutes in my machine
But my motor won't even hum My gas gauge says that I got none I play the drums I play the drums
Instead of beating on my little brother's face I play the drums (uh) Instead of taking an axe to the whole damn place I play the drums (uh uh)
Yeah, when I hate everyone Instead of going for my gun I play the drums (uh) I play the drums (uh uh)
Yeah Come on boys
My neighbors are buggin' I hear 'em bangin' on the wall They can bang and scream all day I don't care at all
Cause they'll live to see the morning Sun Cause instead of going for my gun (uh) I play the drums I play the drums
I play the drums (uh) I play the drums (uh uh) I play the drums (uh) I play the drums
They'll live to see the morning Sun Instead of going for my gun I play the drums (uh) I play the drums (uh uh) I play the drums One, two, one two three
