You're sticking to me like a dirty joke A creeping back stabber, or a hula hoop You hit like a butcher with meat on fire You love it or hate it but you bury time
And you don't feel nothing when it's stuck to the chair I ain't dead as a door nail when you're not there Well, push on over a rollaroller Feeling the pressure of a rollaroll
[Guitar solo]
Ah treadin' on fire, are you waving goodbye? And there's garbage on garbage, right up to the sky Ah, rollaroller
Rollaroller, rollaroll Rollaroller, rollaroll Rollaroller, rollaroll Rollaroller, rollaroll Rollaroller, rollarollTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
