When A Drum Beats
Is this civilization
Is this all we're gonna be
A helpless United Nations
A censored BBCWar in the African nations
Hate in the Middle East
Just a mess of frustration waiting for release
Oh no! When they beat a drum it's too much to swallow
Oh no! When they beat that drum it just sounds so hollow
I'm not ready to fight, I'm not ready to go
I saw an F-111Beside a Kremlin guard
And the Magnificent Seven
In the printed word
Is this a public service
Or a civil war
While I sit here nervous waiting for a call
Oh no! When they beat a drum it's too much to swallow
Oh no! When they beat that drum it just sounds so hollow
I'm not ready to fight, I'm not ready to go
Let cities crumble, empires waste
And generals find a resting place
For leaders too will be replaced
If fear and fate come face to face
Leave a red sky for night time
Know a mother's love
Here now for all time
Lose the tyrant's glove
Give the whole of the life lime
On the reaching palm
Leave us out of the dead line
For tomorrow's man
Oh no! When they beat a drum it's too much to swallow
Oh no! When they beat that drum it just sounds so hollow
I'm not ready to fight, I'm not ready to go
Oh no! When they beat a drum it's too much to swallow
Oh no! When they beat that drum it just sounds so hollow
I'm not ready to fight, I'm not ready to go
Is this all we're gonna be
A helpless United Nations
A censored BBCWar in the African nations
Hate in the Middle East
Just a mess of frustration waiting for release
Oh no! When they beat a drum it's too much to swallow
Oh no! When they beat that drum it just sounds so hollow
I'm not ready to fight, I'm not ready to go
I saw an F-111Beside a Kremlin guard
And the Magnificent Seven
In the printed word
Is this a public service
Or a civil war
While I sit here nervous waiting for a call
Oh no! When they beat a drum it's too much to swallow
Oh no! When they beat that drum it just sounds so hollow
I'm not ready to fight, I'm not ready to go
Let cities crumble, empires waste
And generals find a resting place
For leaders too will be replaced
If fear and fate come face to face
Leave a red sky for night time
Know a mother's love
Here now for all time
Lose the tyrant's glove
Give the whole of the life lime
On the reaching palm
Leave us out of the dead line
For tomorrow's man
Oh no! When they beat a drum it's too much to swallow
Oh no! When they beat that drum it just sounds so hollow
I'm not ready to fight, I'm not ready to go
Oh no! When they beat a drum it's too much to swallow
Oh no! When they beat that drum it just sounds so hollow
I'm not ready to fight, I'm not ready to go
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Writer(s): Stuart Adamson
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