Lyrics The Man Who Rolls - Shudder to Think
I
am
the
man
that
rolls
You
can
find
me
hanging
from
a
tree
My
teeth
are
fit
with
mandibles
And
a
dangled
fig
I
duly
comb
the
sea-foam
Till
you
wash
home
For
good-
Nesssakes
alive
honey-bee
I
am
he
I
am
the
man
that
rolls
Do
you
want
to
check
the
tag?
(no,
no)
The
finger
sticking
animals
Do
you
want
to
drag?
I
don't
like
to
see
blood.
Are
you
yellow?
Goodnesssakes
alive
mother
hen
I
am
the
man
that
rolls
Tied
up
Warming
trouble
There's
a
confit
of
mud
My
Dew-eyed
lady
double
With
two
right
eyes
you'll
never
find
yourself
I
see
you
struggle
A
confit
of
men
found
Teed
off
the
brow
Don't
fill
up
on
candy
You've
really
gotta
hold
me
I
am
the
man
that
rolls
You
can
find
me
hanging
from
a
tree
My
teeth
are
fit
with
mandibles
And
a
dangled
fig
I
duly
comb
the
sea-foam
Till
you
wash
home
For
good-
Nesssakes
alive
honey-bee
I
am
the
man
that
rolls
Tied
up
Warming
trouble
There's
a
confit
of
mud
My
Dew-eyed
lady
double
Over
two
right
eyes
you'll
never
find
yourself
I
see
you
struggle
A
confit
of
men
proud
Stay
up
somehow
Don't
fill
up
on
candy
You've
really
got
soul
Dew-eyed
lady
double
With
too
wide
eyes
You
always
see
through
shell
To
pearl
blue
bubble
B-b-bursting
hives
Through
the
surface
seams
To
a
fell
of
steeple
rubble
There's
a
coffin
grate
In
a
self-enstated
strewn
up
gated
hovel
With
a
goo-eyed
baby
Born
of
maybe
Cellofeighning
love
Oh
Did
you
hear
that
one
It's
the
joke
of
ages
Dew-eyed
lady
double
With
too
wide
eyes
You
always
see
through
shell
To
pearl
blue
bubble
B-b-bursting
hives
Through
the
surface
seams
To
a
fell
of
steeple
rubble
There's
a
coffin
grate
In
a
self-enstated
strewn
up
gated
hovel
With
a
goo-eyed
baby
Born
of
maybe
Cellofeighning
love
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