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Well, darling, you don't know me, don't think you ever willI'm another tin pot poet, another infidelThey're still scrubbing at the stains of the communion wine I spilledWhile I rollRoll, roll onWell, get me some good cocaine, get me any feeling leftShow me pretty little dancing girls with collars 'round their necksGet me God on the line, boys, and make that call collectOh, he'll rollRoll, roll onWas that girl in the dust drawing breathe or blood?It's so hard to tell between bad taste and goodSo just rollRoll onThere's a train in the distance, there's a lineman on the lineThere's a hard rain comin', it's been comin' a long timeNobody reads maps no more, no one follows signsThey just rollRoll, roll onCall up the Captain, bring back Mother JonesRaise 'em up from the dirt, get them rattling in their bonesWatch 'em hall down that network, make them leave the sky aloneLetras de cancionesAnd then rollRoll, roll onAnd that chain around your neck is like the one around your feetJust another signpost pointing straight to ruin streetWhere you'll rollRoll onWell, I love you for your color, babe, I love your faceAll the neon in the city can't hold a candle to your graceBut you move through me like our love is common placeYou just rollRoll, roll onDo you really call that living, do you really think that's wise?You've been doing so much dying, dying right before my eyesAnd if it's truth that you want, well, I've got this great disguiseYeah, just rollRoll, roll onIt doesn't matter how much Nietzsche you have readWhen a black box clicks and there's a barrel at your headSinging rollRoll onRoll onRoll onSo here's my tongue, here's my body, come on and take my soul awayI got 'em cheap in the market, they weren't worth much anywayIf you wanna fix 'em up, maybe I'll buy 'em back somedayTill then I'll rollRoll, roll onTill then I'll rollRoll onRoll onRoll onRoll on From Letras Mania