It's my body

, It's my body, guitars going crazy,

Who's the foot on percussions,

when music is blue in my earphones

and red in my bones,

I try not to understand

But then, let play the band

refrain:

I'm a drummer dreamer, sexual listener

and my hands on the piano, only fake players

You should call an ambulance

or order me silence,

Cause my sex is playing rock and roll

And who's got control?

I don't know the tricks

Playing upon my lips

You should lock me in

Before I let dripping

the deeper swallowing

refrain:

I'm a drummer dreamer,sexual listener,

and my hands on the piano, only fake players

Its' my heart, lyrics playing darts,

Who's the voice in my throat

when melody is bleeding in my veins

Throbbing my "again"?

But I don't give a damn

I rather be a micto than a Madame

refrain

I'm a drummer lover, ryhthm kisser

an my body in the solo nerver fakes the tempo