Do the Die Inside Now kiddie, don't you know It's a move you can do fast, or slow Become an autumn leaf and let the cold wind blow And find a place there on the ground below Now curl and close and decompose, you crazy pile of dirt You know, the night is through and morning's come inert So feel when I'm singing; whoa whoa whoa And you hear my heart when the drum goes; ba-ba-ba-ba-baaa Trying to get you off when I'm feeling low, low, low Listen to my heart when the drum goes; ba-ba-ba-ba-baaa