Who said?
Who said?
Walking down the street
How?
I see you moving, moving
To a sad café
I don′t play these military drums
On the head of my soul
I don't pray for missionary stunts
On the way to my goal
The military drums
And Jack is crying, looking so bizarre
And he got his joints already broken
In that beach he′s diving
And we'll see him nevermore
I don't play these military drums
On the head of my soul
I don′t pray for missionary stunts
On the way to my goal
Who said?
The military drums
I don′t play these military drums
On the head of my soul
I don't pray for missionary stunts
On the way to my goal
Who came, who came to me
And drummed the prayers
I can move from now
And my eyes collide with energy
They′re leaving me no more
This world to be the drum
I don't play these military drums
On the head of my soul
I don′t pray for missionary stunts
On the way to my goal
I don't play these military drums
On the head of my soul
I don′t pray for missionary stunts
On the way to my goal
No more tears and guns
No more tears in songs
No more guns
This world to be the drum
I don't play these military drums
On the head of my soul
I don't pray for missionary stunts
On the way to my goal
I don′t play these military drums
On the head of my soul
I don′t pray for missionary stunts
On the way to my goal
I don't play these military drums
On the head of my soul
I don′t pray for missionary stunts
On the way to my goal
Writer(s): Michael Cretu, Susanne Mueller-pi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
