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...