Roll On

Well, darling, you don't know me, don't think you ever will
I'm another tin pot poet, another infidel
They're still scrubbing at the stains of the communion wine I spilled
While I roll
Roll, roll on
Well, get me some good cocaine, get me any feeling left
Show me pretty little dancing girls with collars 'round their necks
Get me God on the line, boys, and make that call collect
Oh, he'll roll
Roll, roll on
Was that girl in the dust drawing breathe or blood?
It's so hard to tell between bad taste and good
So just roll
Roll on
There's a train in the distance, there's a lineman on the line
There's a hard rain comin', it's been comin' a long time
Nobody reads maps no more, no one follows signs
They just roll
Roll, roll on
Call up the Captain, bring back Mother Jones
Raise 'em up from the dirt, get them rattling in their bones
Watch 'em hall down that network, make them leave the sky alone
And then roll
Roll, roll on
And that chain around your neck is like the one around your feet
Just another signpost pointing straight to ruin street
Where you'll roll
Roll on
Well, I love you for your color, babe, I love your face
All the neon in the city can't hold a candle to your grace
But you move through me like our love is common place
You just roll
Roll, roll on
Do you really call that living, do you really think that's wise?
You've been doing so much dying, dying right before my eyes
And if it's truth that you want, well, I've got this great disguise
Yeah, just roll
Roll, roll on
It doesn't matter how much Nietzsche you have read
When a black box clicks and there's a barrel at your head
Singing roll
Roll on
Roll on
Roll on
So here's my tongue, here's my body, come on and take my soul away
I got 'em cheap in the market, they weren't worth much anyway
If you wanna fix 'em up, maybe I'll buy 'em back someday
Till then I'll roll
Roll, roll on
Till then I'll roll
Roll on
Roll on
Roll on
Roll on