They never learn their part Their lessons are a waste They don't keep up with us Drummers we hate
They always come in late They always stink of sweat They always end up deaf Drummers we hate
You dropped another stick You're lost without a click You look like you are thick Drummers we hate
Your stuff, it weighs a ton You practice in a shop You need ten microphones Drummers - we - hate
"Uh, has anyone got the little thingy to tune my toms with?" "Can someone come and fetch me as I don't drive" "I forgot my snare in the last place we played at" "I'll be ready in a minute, I just have to change my shoes"
We hate (x7) But we need you And we'll help you To count
GaBlé - Hospital with sound {Verse 1: MNDg.1} Welcome to this life Everyone have one try {Bridge: MNDg.1} But no you can not be Better than anybody No one here's a
GaBlé - DRuMMeRS We HaTe They never learn their part Their lessons are a waste They don't keep up with us Drummers we hate They always come in late They always stink of sweat They