Man Who Rolls - Shudder To Think Lyrics - 50,000 B.c. - Shudder To Think

I am the man that rolls 

You can find me hanging from a tree 

My teeth are fit with mandibles 

and a dangled fig 

I duly comb the sea-foam 

till you wash home 

for good- 

nesssakes alive honey-bee 

I am he 

I am the man that rolls 

Do you want to check the tag? (no, no) 

The finger sticking animals 

Do you want to drag? 

I don't like to see blood. 

Are you yellow? 

Goodnesssakes alive mother hen 

I am the man that rolls 

Tied up 

warming trouble 

There's a confit of mud 

my 

dew-eyed lady double 

with two right eyes you'll never find yourself 

I see you struggle 

A confit of men found 

teed off the brow 

Don't fill up on candy 

You've really gotta hold me 

I am the man that rolls 

You can find me hanging from a tree 

My teeth are fit with mandibles 

and a dangled fig 

I duly comb the sea-foam 

till you wash home 

for good- 

nesssakes alive honey-bee 

I am the man that rolls 

Tied up 

warming trouble 

There's a confit of mud 

my 

dew-eyed lady double 

over two right eyes you'll never find yourself 

I see you struggle 

A confit of men proud 

Stay up somehow 

Don't fill up on candy 

You've really got soul 

Dew-eyed lady double 

with too wide eyes 

you always see through shell 

to pearl blue bubble 

b-b-bursting hives 

through the surface seams 

to a fell of steeple rubble 

there's a coffin grate 

in a self-enstated strewn up gated hovel 

with a goo-eyed baby 

born of maybe 

cellofeighning love 

oh 

did you hear that one 

it's the joke of ages 

dew-eyed lady double 

with too wide eyes 

you always see through shell 

to pearl blue bubble 

b-b-bursting hives 

through the surface seams 

to a fell of steeple rubble 

there's a coffin grate 

in a self-enstated strewn up gated hovel 

with a goo-eyed baby 

born of maybe 

cellofeighning love