Letra de They Don't Play the Drums Anymore
They play electric lily-pads On cool blue Amazons They float on Flat digital air wavesLearned and rhythmic With absolutely, absolutely, absolutely No bongos No congosTheir origins are unknown Incomplete Forgetful of any zeitgeistRichs Krupas Moons StarrsNo, they don't play the drums anymore They sit beating their pods And staring, staring at their screensavers Staring, staring at their screensavers Staring, staring, beating their pods