Little Drummer Boy

Little drummer boy
The knives you hold
Do you know how deep they cut?

He leaves his t-shirts on the ground
When no one is around
He's relieved to find out for himself

With a mother who implored him
And a father who adored him
He was dancing on a whim from day one

And he stares through frosted windows
All season winter comes and goes

The drum he was given he wished not to bear

Little drummer boy
The life you sold
To the drugs and streets, now what do you have to say?
You're a grown man now
And there's no animals around
And you sold it
Now you don't have your drum to play

Sat down in a ditch with his drinking buddy
But anyone can see he's not sat down with anybody
His only friend is a bottle of jack named Stan
And they've known each other so long he doesn't know if he can let go

Anymore

Addictions keep filling his prescriptions and he can't let go

No one can tell him
He don't got nothing to live for

Little drummer boy, trust me you can
You can stand with your arms out turn black as you lay in the sand
The bottle's in your hand
It'll never love you back and
The anger you have
You'll know it till you hit the sack 'cause
Your parents left you alone
And you sold your stupid drum
And the bridges that you burned have left you here with all this rum
And you're out of your mind

Before it goes black he sees
Ghosts of the people who let him down
The corpses of men who were tried and found guilty
Monkeys with drums
Boys with no mums
Crocs in the mud
Socks filled with blood

He wants to go out in style
In his shoes, I wouldn't walk a mile