Rollaroll

You're sticking to me like a dirty joke
A creeping back stabber oh ho, oh ho
You hit like a butcher with meat on fire
You're lovin' and hatin'
But you've barely time
Rollaroller, rollaroll

Flesh don't feel nothing
When it's stuck to the chari
And there's a doornail
Well, push on over a rollaroller
Feeling the pleasure or rollaroll

Oh, captain quire, are you waving goodbye
And there is garbage upon garbage
Run up to the sky rollaroller, rollaroll