Hide me behind drums
Armed with sticks and a shield
Safe on my throne
My back to the wall
Without singing a lick or dropping a chord
I’m in control
 
I can kick, snap and crash
Or boom-chick and splash
I can fill it, ride it, pop it or roll
I can ebb and flow, brush or bulldoze
I can speed you up or hold you back
I can drown you out or leave you hanging 
 
Try to unplug me or turn me down
You can’t
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