Letra de Helen, My Drummer's Illin'

Grit teeth, back beat everyone knows Sure shot, back slot there goes the phone Helen, my drummer's illin' Somewhere, I think I'm failin' Can't seem, to get it chillin' Mark's axe, is now a wailin' See me, back here in town for the show Watch me, stay clear, it's all going to blow Get down, shake down along with the band High speed, break down make your own stand Kiyard karma, a quizzical man Buddhist dharma, you understand