Green Day - Rolling lyrics
Green Day [East Bay, California. USA.]
[Green Day - Rolling lyrics]
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime
Didn't you?
People call, say, "Beware doll
You're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal
How does it feel how does it feel
To be without a home like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Ah, you've gone to the
Finest school all right, miss Lonely
But you know you only used
To get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you how to
Live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, "Do you want to make a deal?"
How does it feel how does it feel
To be on your own with no direction home
A complete unknown like a rolling stone?
Ah, you never turned around to see the
Frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get
Your kicks for you you used to ride on the
Chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you
Everything he could steal? How does it feel
How does it feel to be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Ah, princess on the steeple and
All the pretty people
They're all drinkin'
Thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring
You'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the
Language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you
You can't refuse
When you ain't got nothin'
You got nothin' to lose
You're invisible now
You got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel ah, how does it feel
To be on your own with no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Threw the bums a dime in your prime
Didn't you?
People call, say, "Beware doll
You're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal
How does it feel how does it feel
To be without a home like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Ah, you've gone to the
Finest school all right, miss Lonely
But you know you only used
To get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you how to
Live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, "Do you want to make a deal?"
How does it feel how does it feel
To be on your own with no direction home
A complete unknown like a rolling stone?
Ah, you never turned around to see the
Frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get
Your kicks for you you used to ride on the
Chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you
Everything he could steal? How does it feel
How does it feel to be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Ah, princess on the steeple and
All the pretty people
They're all drinkin'
Thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring
You'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the
Language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you
You can't refuse
When you ain't got nothin'
You got nothin' to lose
You're invisible now
You got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel ah, how does it feel
To be on your own with no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?