John Cale - Slow Dazzle

Rollaroll

You're sticking to me like a dirty joke
A creeping backstabber or a hula-hoop
You hit like a butcher with meat on fire
You love it or hate it, but you bury time

Rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, ah, rollaroller
Rollaroller, rollaroll

And you don't feel nothing when it's stuck to the chair
I ain't dead as a door nail when you're not there
Well, push on over a rollaroller
Feeling the pressure of a rollaroll

Ah, treadin' on fire, are you waving goodbye?
And there's garbage on garbage
Right up to the sky
Ah, rollaroller

Rollaroll, rollaroll
Rollaroll, rollaroll
Rollaroll, oh, rolla

Rollaroller, ah, rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll
Yeah, rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll

Rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll

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Writer(s): John Davies Cale
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