You never thought you would be a traitor Always agreed saying something else later You never really did anyone a favour by ignoring every beat of the drum We never thought you would be unable Having a laugh puting food on the table You used to be so steady and stable but the rithm was a little to fast And now you're easy upset whenever traffic lights are red And the milk is gone bad, a troublehead is what you get And the beating don't seem to end Well you gotta come along cause the drumbeat is going Wake up to your own song while the drumbeat is going And if it's never gonna stop the drumbeat will beat you up Well you gotta come along cause the drumbeat is going on