Rollo - Helmet

Sorry for myself

I’ve lost my karmic wealth

But I can take from you

With antiseptic stealth

I’ll dig my own grave

Get my front yard paved

There’s always a penny earned

Another dollar saved

I always make my point

Soak bread in dirty oil

«Right"'s too strong a word

The neighborhood’s been spoiled

But I know what I know

Stuck that inner glow

I don’t have time to learn

I said I know what I know

I’m wrong, I won’t admit it

I won’t get it