I hate my job
Really think this time I'm gonna quit
At home my mom and pop are fighting
I get so tired of it
Yeah, and it's anything but fun
But instead of reaching for my gun
I play the drums
I play the drums

I got a pretty little baby now
She just turned 19
She lives across town
Ten minutes in my machine
But my motor won't even hum
My gas gauge says that I got none
I play the drums
I play the drums

Instead of beating on my little brother's face
I play the drums
Instead of taking an axe to the whole damn place
I play the drums
When I hate everyone
Instead of going for my gun
I play the drums

My neighbors are buggin'
I hear 'em bangin' on the wall
They can bang and scream all day
I don't care at all
Cause they'll live to see the morning sun
Cause instead of going for my gun
I play the drums
I play the drums

I play the drums
I play the drums
I play the drums
I play the drums
They'll live to see the morning sun
Instead of going for my gun
I play the drums
I play the drums
I play the drums