Syncopated City Revisited

In my head a beating drum
 Deep down inside the day will come
 When I can sing these words to you
 It's the least that I can do
 In my school the freaky one
 My hands were sore, my fingers numb
 From making rhythms on my desk
 My heart was banging in my chest
 So it came to pass my beats
 Were broken by the other kids
 They make stronger, make me deeper,
 So my path is getting steeper
 I love my syncopated city
 This is my fascinating rhythm
 I need my syncopated city
 I love my mindless repetition
 At the table, fingers tapping
 Wish that I could stop this happening
 In the morning, in the evening
 While I'm working, while I'm sleeping
 In the street with people watching
 I can't stop myself from jumping
 If I smile and look convincing
 Maybe they will think...
 I'm dancing
 I love my syncopated city
 This is my fascinating rhythm
 I need my syncopated city
 I love my sense of dislocation
 I love
 I love
 I love
 If it wasn't for music I would give it all away
 I need the syncopation
 I need the modulation
 I need the real soul music
 I need that unexpected twist and turn.