die All the porters are betting nobody survives And the Indian Cowboy is taking a dive The undertaker is laughing, the doctor's cold as a stone The
on losin' my mind While the good times continue to roll With this time on my hands, I can change all my plans And it really wouldn't bother a soul I can
from his palms I compared his crown to yours and I began to scream psalms like Soups open soul, soups open soul the non-stop Unfold so he can roll and
, like a whip, and we're sinking, it ain't cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable tool of self evaluation, of ego cultivation, n' I'm rolling my eyes like the stones
the hardships of life Legends through sound survive CHORUS Colors in sound jump out Sitting by the gramophone Same as stoned If it warms the soul Takes
man is from the gutter And that man is a hustler trying to survive, moving grams of that butter See, his momma was a dope fiend, poppa was a rolling stone
know what it needs I will make all hearts to break I make all souls to bleed Save me from the dogs of war Roll away the door of stone Raise me from the
is from the gutter And that man is a hustler trying to survive, moving grams of that butter See, his momma was a dope fiend, poppa was a rolling stone
to see The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry You froze in your sand shoal Prayed for your poor soul Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk
soul or mind Only the lord, and some of these babies, and others; one others were leavin once in the night Enlightened when men was created, did Adam survive