Well, darling, you don't know me, don't think you ever will
I'm another ten part poet, another infidel
They're still [bad word] at the stains of [bad word] 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 connect
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 [bad word] , it's [bad word]  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 rattled 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] that you want, well, I've got this great disguise
Yeah, just roll
Roll, roll on

It doesn't matter how much Nietze you have read
When a black gun 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 [bad word] on and take my soul away
I got 'em cheap in the market, they weren't worth much anyway
And 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