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• Artiste: Thea Gilmore
• Titre: Roll On
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Well, darling, you don't know me, don't think you ever will I'm another tin pot poet, another infidel They're still scrubbing at the stains of the communion 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 collect 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 rain comin', it's been comin' 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 rattling 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 to ruin 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 is common 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 truth that you want, well, I've got this great disguise Yeah, 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 on Roll on Roll on So here's my tongue, here's my body, come on and take my soul away I got 'em cheap in the market, they weren't worth much anyway 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