I’m A Sucker For Backwards Drums 



I’m a sucker for backwards drums 

And underwater photography 

If you expect me to fight this war 

And ignore 

That I’ve a thing for six-foot tall boys 

And getting high till we see the sun 

If I’m to give up my drugs and boys 

Then I’ll run 

And I won’t return until 



At last, the barbarism’s gone 

It’s lasted for so long 

And the dark ages are behind us 

Until the kings’ fat heads all roll 

And their thick black blood will flow 

And the golden age is upon us 



I’ll stand up to the actors 

Who play the parts of our masters 

‘Action! Now ride off into the distance.’ 

You ask ‘What’s my motivation?’ 

‘How about your fucking head on a stick? 

Now get moving!’ 



I’m a lover, not a fighter