Thea Gilmore - Roll On lyrics
[Thea Gilmore - Roll On lyrics]
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 their 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
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 their 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