Roll On - Thea Gilmore

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 there 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