Mr Drum was here yesterday, he knows just what he needsnAnd gives what he's got to the thump of his creednnLive fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse,nGood looking corpsennIn a witch doctor's den, in a shanty shabeennFrom the echoes of laughter I know where he's beennFrom the liquor you've drunk and the air that you breathenIs the tap of his typing, is the sweat from his sleevennLive fast, die young, Leave a good looking corpse,nGood looking corpsennOn the corners of streets with a dash to the tailnIs provoking a malice as sharp as a nailnAnd a wit he has slain with an eye full of inknIs a stab in the dark and a push to the brinknnLive fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse,nGood looking corpsennOh drum I was glad, I was glad in your beatnOh drum I was moved by your love of your streetnOh drum I was glad, I was glad in your beatnOh drum I was moved by your love of your streetnnAnd if you have gone then I'll summon you backnWith the reach of your spirit past the white and the blacknTell me please, tell me Henry, tell me ever and morenTell your son, tell your daughter, and open the doornnLive fast, die young, leave a good looking corpsenGood looking corpsennI'm a hag and I'm hookedn(Live fast, die young)nI'm down and I'm inn(Live fast, die young)nI'm a world without watern(Live dast, die young)nI'm fat and I'm thinn(Leave a good looking corpse)nI'm a story you toldn(Live fast, die young)nI'm the promise that you soundn(Live fast, die young)nI'm the day without watern(Live fast, die young)nI'm the world that I wantn(Leave a good looking corpse)nnLive fast die young, leave a good looking corpsenGood looking corpsennOh drum I was glad, I was glad in your beatnOh drum I was moved by your love of your streetnOh drum I was glad, I was glad in your beatnOh drum I was moved by your love of your streetnOh drum I was glad, I was glad in your beatnOh drum I was moved by your love of your streetnOh drum I was glad, I was glad in your beatnOh drum I was moved by your love of your street