Roll On Lyrics

Song	Roll On
Artist	Thea Gilmore
Album	Liejacker
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	Darling you don't know me, don't think you ever will
	I'm another tinpot poet, another infidel
	And they're still scrubbing at the stains of the communion wine I spilled
	While I roll, roll, roll on,
	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
	Or He'll roll, roll, roll on
	Was that girl in the dust drawing breath 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 coming, it's been coming a long time
	And 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 there bones
	Watch them haul 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, roll on
	Well, I love you for your colour, babe I love your face
	All the neon in this city can't hold a candle to your grace
	But you move through me like our love is commonplace
	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
	You 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, roll on
	Roll on
	Roll on
	So here's my tongue, here's my body, c'mon and take my soul away
	I got ‘em cheap in the market, they weren't worth much anyway
	And if you want to fix them up maybe I'll buy them back someday
	‘Til then I'll roll, roll, roll on
	‘Til then I'll roll, roll, roll on
	Roll on
	Roll on
	Roll on

	Darling you don' t know me, don' t think you ever will
	I' m another tinpot poet, another infidel
	And they' re still scrubbing at the stains of the communion wine I spilled
	While I roll, roll, roll on,
	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
	Or He' ll roll, roll, roll on
	Was that girl in the dust drawing breath 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 coming, it' s been coming a long time
	And 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 there bones
	Watch them haul 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, roll on
	Well, I love you for your colour, babe I love your face
	All the neon in this city can' t hold a candle to your grace
	But you move through me like our love is commonplace
	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
	You 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, roll on
	Roll on
	Roll on
	So here' s my tongue, here' s my body, c' mon and take my soul away
	I got ' em cheap in the market, they weren' t worth much anyway
	And if you want to fix them up maybe I' ll buy them back someday
	' Til then I' ll roll, roll, roll on
	' Til then I' ll roll, roll, roll on
	Roll on
	Roll on
	Roll on

	Darling you don' t know me, don' t think you ever will
	I' m another tinpot poet, another infidel
	And they' re still scrubbing at the stains of the communion wine I spilled
	While I roll, roll, roll on,
	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
	Or He' ll roll, roll, roll on
	Was that girl in the dust drawing breath 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 coming, it' s been coming a long time
	And 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 there bones
	Watch them haul 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, roll on
	Well, I love you for your colour, babe I love your face
	All the neon in this city can' t hold a candle to your grace
	But you move through me like our love is commonplace
	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
	You 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, roll on
	Roll on
	Roll on
	So here' s my tongue, here' s my body, c' mon and take my soul away
	I got ' em cheap in the market, they weren' t worth much anyway
	And if you want to fix them up maybe I' ll buy them back someday
	' Til then I' ll roll, roll, roll on
	' Til then I' ll roll, roll, roll on
	Roll on
	Roll on
	Roll on

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