Many are the men who get lost around the bend
Solitary rejects with a need to spawn
Well, the hell you are a-raisin'
The skirts you are a-chasin'
Gonna send the letter bomb back to you
Roll, roll with the wind
Roll, roll with the wind!
A lotta war you're raging
There's always a equation
For what you are made up of
What you're gonna be
Wise, you are a shaman
And rich, a Boston Brahmin
And poor, you're just so common
And that's all there is
Roll, roll with the wind
Roll, roll with the wind
Clarity was lost in the guts of the Xerox machine
Say what you need
Say what you mean
And don't keep me guessing
Playing to packed houses
And quiet as church mouses
Building up a circus tent with black pitons
Well I got high on action
Heavy tooth compaction
Fill-in' up a root canal like a [inaudible]
Roll, roll with the wind
Roll, roll with the wind
Charity's no madam has lost it
So save the receipt
Save the receipt
Save the receipt
Don't keep me guessing
You gotta roll, roll with the wind, roll with the wind
You gotta roll, roll with the wind, roll with the wind
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