roll with game But lane changing slowly irritates the Fuck out of me comes my confusion my Mind With images voices from my Education Said to me he must be killed sticks And stones
drink on me On me Come on Dizzy, drunk and fightin' On tequila white lightnin' My glass is getting shorter On whiskey, ice and water So come on and have a good time And
down, I'm a little man He who gets the most toys and dies is the winner I'm livin' the high life with lobster tail dinners My Lexus, my yacht, my gold chains and
want to just don't blow, my, buzz (do what you want to) and I'm gon' sit here and just roll, my, drugs (smoke my weeeeed) and if you talk I'm gonna fuck
poor souls, dry as a stone God bless this child 'cause this child's got his own. Oh, let my pride fall down I'm a little man He who gets the most toys and
you pray to God Almighty To let you down the other side? [Chorus, but only by C.W.] Roll wagons, rollin' rollin' Roll wagons, rollin' home Roll wagons, rollin' rollin' Roll
believe In things like Heaven and in Jesus and the Saints And all the Prophets and... Yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rolling River God, little stones are smooth Only once the water passes through So I am a stone, rough and grainy still Trying to reconcile this river'
motionless, rock of stone, on a parallel world. Angel of sadness invading your tomb. It seems that a tear rolls down your cheek. Your soul, has maybe
how it used to be When the jester sang for the King and Queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while
to want to just don't blow, my, buzz (Do what you want to) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll, my, drugs (Smoke my weeeeed) And if you talk I'm gonna
drink on me On me Come on Dizzy, drunk and fightin? On tequila white lightnin? My glass is getting shorter On whiskey, ice and water So come on and have a good time And
roll with game But lane changing slowly irritates the Fuck out of me comes my confusion my mind With images voices from my education Said to me he must be killed sticks And stones
ya like the fourth of July I ain?t no lie I caught a glimpse of the new moon Under some slanted eyes Memorize the crowd Leavin? their tongues hanging and all Gawking and
sails. And I cannot fail. Let the good times roll. Let the good times roll. (guitar solo) Let the good times roll. Let the good times roll. Let the good times roll