Rollerblade - Nick Heyward

ROLLERBLADEYour eyes are brown

Your sky is grey

You gaze the sidewalks in your way

You reel around the fountain

Full of traffic spray

You could be thin

You could be white

You could be dealing cellulite

The crevices of plenty

Leave you petrified

Still you just rollerblade your life away

Gliding through the people all day

You’re north on Main

And high on rain

You’re amputaters favourite game

You’re turning on to

Jesus and the Mary Chain

That’s where you rollerblade your life away

Gliding through the people all day

Just glide all day

Just glide all day

Your life of plastic

Street gymnastics

Throws another nuderground

The frozen wheels of loveliness

Just let you down

Still you just rollerblade your life away

Gliding through the people all day

That’s why you rollerblade your life away

Gliding through the people all day

Just rollerblade

Rollerblade away

Just rollerblade

Rollerblade all day

Just roll away