The Ever Popular Tortured Artist Effect
Album - 1982 - Debaser id 101955

I've been watching how you dance
Watching how you smile
Watching how you carry yourself around in a crowd
And watching what you say
You've got something that's a secret to the average eye
You've been saving something nobody's seen until now
In a hideaway
I'm not trying to invade your privacy
There are things you have a right to hide
But it's oh so cold
Standing on the outside

Will you take me to your secret hideaway
I won't tell nobody where I'm going
Won't you tell me that we're leaving right away
For the heart of your hideaway

Everybody's looking for a heaven on earth
A slice of paradise where nobody gets hurt
Someone to put the pieces back together again
When your daydreams die
Are you trying to get a message through the air to me?



Get me on your wavelength and tell me which way to go
To your hideaway
I can't stand another second in this tinker-toy world
Give me your direction
Don't make me wait anymore
It seems so far away

You can trust me with your secret fantasy
You will never know until you've tried
But it's oh so cold
Standing on the outside

I've been trying to get a message
Through the air to you
Get on my wavelength
And I'll tell you which way to go
To my hideaway

I will show you to my secret hideaway
We will tell nobody where we're going

I dont want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I dont want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day

Ever since I was a tiny boy
I dont want no candy
I dont need no toy
I took a stick and an old coffee can
I bang on that thing til I got
Blisters on my hand because

When I get older they think Im a fool
The teacher told me I should stay after school
She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands
But my licks was so hot
I made the teacher wanna dance
And thats why

Listen to this
Every day when I get home from work
I feel so frustrated
The boss is a jerk
And I get my sticks and go out to the shed
And I pound on that drum like it was the bosss head
Because

I can bang that drum
Hey, you wanna take a bang at it?
I can do this all day

I'm bleeding I don't think I can go on I'm dying My last breath has come and gone Pity the man Searching in the sky Looking for a sign from above And he never caught a glimpse of What he's worthy of Don't sit and wait For the world on a plate It's not a stroke of luck or chance Just draw a bead on that sucker And drive I'm falling I don't know what's up or down I'm spinning I can't turn my life around Pity the man Waiting for a clue Can't tell what to do with himself Ends up as a fool who Lives for someone else Don't sit and cry While the world passes by Stop tagging after the other guy Just get a line on that mother And drive