The Man Who Rolls

I am the man that rolls
You can find me hanging from a tree
My teeth are fit with mandibles
And a dangled fig
I duly comb the sea-foam
Until you wash home
For goodness sakes
A live honey-bee
I am he
I am the man that rolls
Do you want to check the tag? (No, no)
The finger sticking animals
Do you want to drag?
I don't like to see blood
Are you yellow?
Goodness sakes
A live mother hen
I am the man that rolls
Tied up
Warming trouble
There's a conflict of mud
My dew-eyed lady double
With two right eyes you'll never find yourself
I see you struggle
A conflict of men found
Teed off the brow
Don't fill up on candy
You've really gotta hold me
I am the man that rolls
You can find me hanging from a tree
My teeth are fit with mandibles
And a dangled fig
I duly comb the sea-foam
Until you wash home
For goodness sakes
A live honey-bee
I am the man that rolls
Tied up
Warming trouble
There's a conflict of mud
My dew-eyed lady double over
Two right eyes you'll never find yourself
I see you struggle
A conflict of men proud
Stay up somehow
Don't fill up on candy
You've really got soul
Dew-eyed lady double
With too wide eyes
You always see through shell
To pearl blue bubble
B-b-bursting hives
Through the surface seams
To a fell of steeple rubble
There's a coffin grate
In a self-instated strewn up gated hovel
With a goo-eyed baby
Born of maybe
Cellophaning love
Oh, did you hear that one
It's the joke of ages
Dew-eyed lady double
With too wide eyes
You always see through shell
To pearl blue bubble
B-b-bursting hives
Through the surface seams
To a fell of steeple rubble
There's a coffin grate
In a self-instated strewn up gated hovel
With a goo-eyed baby
Born of maybe
Cellophaning love