When your final last exit comes home to haunt you. I'm feeling like I never felt before. I've surrounded myself with loose poets and creatures. And I feel like I don't need anything more.
Roll me along, roll me along. If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger. Roll me along, roll me along. If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger. If it don't make me stronger, then lay me down to sleep.
Rainy day blues on a sunday. Finding a means to my end. These are the blues that I feel on monday. When I find myself drunk again. . Give me salvation on sunday.