Lyrics Roll On - Thea Gilmore

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

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
Dry in 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
Nobody reads maps no more
No one follows signs
They just roll, roll, roll on

Call up the captain
Bring back Mother Jones
Raise them up from the dirt
Get them rattling their 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
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 on
Roll on, roll on

See 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 want to fix 'em up
Maybe I'll buy 'em back some day
Till then I'll roll, roll, roll on
Till then I'll roll, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on