Tin Drum Lyrics - Toni Childs

There's an old man talkin' 

To a young boy weepin' 

An old man shaking his head 

There's a cool gentle breeze 

In the night full of light 

As the red glow wavers instead 

There's a black man crying 

And a white man dyin' 

A black mans head in the air 

And the shock of life 

Feeds the night 

Beats what's in my head 

Holding tight in the stillness of the night 

In the stillness of my thoughts 

Yet, I know I've only started 

Beating on a tin drum, marching to a sound 

What is it I think? 

Am I beating on a tin drum marching to a cause 

When I don't know what it is I believe 

I believe, I believe, beating on life 

Lonely peeping chick 

Calling to his mother 

Runs amuck 

In a sunken black ditch 

And Williams with the widow 

While Martha's in the meadow 

And the lamb is layin' in sick 

And the boy in black 

Is talking some slack 

To the king of Auld Lang Syne 

And my heart goes out 

But I cannot spout what I do not know inside 

Holding tight in the stillness of the night 

In the stillness of my thoughts 

Yet, I know I've only started 

Beating on a tin drum, marching to a sound 

What is it that I think? 

Am I beating on a tin drum marching to a cause 

When I don't know what it is I believe, I believe 

Beating on a tin drum, marching to a sound 

What is it that I think? 

Am I beating on a tin drum, marching to a cause 

When I don't know what it is I believe 

I believe, I believe 

Beating on a drum 

Beating on the life 

Beating on the cause 

Beating in the night 

Beating on a drum 

Beating on the life