Oh, The State cut off my arms
And the state tore my eyes with her nails
Hey, I was just put on this earth
A bad wind to trash the sails of all you evil men!

You should know somewhere in the night
There's a blue broken drum playing dead

And that's good to know

Oh, The State tore out our hearts
And The State exposed our hearts
And wounded me, gave me this bad knee, tore down my baby's favorite tree

But, oh
You should know somewhere in the night
There's a blue broken drum playing dead

And that's good to know

Loose lips sink the lives of disgusting women
So the State rolled me up into a ball
I crushed diamonds in the fall and traded them for bread
Turn away if you should hear me begin to sing
I look like a fucking monster with this wing
Craving new experiences, so what

Oh but maybe you should know
Somewhere in the night
There's a blue broken drum playing dead

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Writer(s): Daniel Bejar