Lyrics

Roller



Made out of lead and its falling to pieces

Hopeless and bedridden for too many reasons

Form fit but veiled to keep bugs outside

Deaf and illiterate, but that?s alright



In your time

Fit as a stag or an iron

Seen the times

Felt it get harder, get hopelessly desperate and tired

Young roller, old motor

Form a base in the line the crumbs sound so divine



Hard work and pain and you built it from wasteland

?As ordered by the TVA we brought the power to Graceland.

A kick in the head is just work week haze.

Marry and immigrant, make our way. Make our lives.

Forced to eat by candlelight.

Sometimes....I still feel that strong. Fearless and glorious pride.?



Young roller. Old motor.

Elixirs and mixers of tonic and rye.

?For a minute error in the right. It?s all I got.

For a minute error in the right while I feel that young.

For a minute error in the right while I feel at all.

For a minute error in the right. It?s over. I chose it"