When you’re young you succumb To the rhythm and the strum of your dreams now They provoke you with fear, is it part of a career? Need that money now Demand that you burn all your poems And just do what you’re told I’ve had enough Give us back to the music You imagine and play then they take it away just to serve now Brake your back for some stacks take a break catch some flack Don’t be crying now They say that arts for the young But I belong to the drum I’ve had enough Give us back to the music