You're sticking to me like a dirty joke
A creeping back stabber, or a [.....]
You hit like a butcher with meat on fire
You're lovin' and hatin' but you've barely time
Rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, oh rollaroller
Rollaroller, rollaroll
I don't feel nothing when it's stuck to the chair
I ain't dead as a doornail when you're not there
Well, push on over a rollaroller
Feeling the pleasure of rollaroll
Oh [....] wire, are you waving goodbye?
And there's garbage upon garbage, right up to the sky
Ah, rollaroller
Rollaroller, ah rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll
Yeah rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll...
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