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A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now
I feed on my drum 'til I'm dead
Yesterday fever, tomorrow St. Peter
I'll feed on my drum until then
full lyrics... 
A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now
I feed on my drum 'til I'm dead
Yesterday fever, tomorrow St. Peter
I'll feed on my drum until then
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
folk roots
a subtle use of vocal harmony
extensive vamping
a clear focus on recording studio production
acoustic sonority
minor key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
orchestral arranging
a prominent accordion part
acoustic rhythm guitars
prominent percussion
triple note feel

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Yesterday fever, tomorrow St. Peter
A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now
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I'll feed on my drum until then
I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older, oh love
Set fire the foundation and burn out the station
Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?
You'll never get nothing of mine
Publisher: EMI MUSIC PUB. LTD.