Rolling Days

[Verse 1]

Smells like a disease

In the room where I must sleep

The sheets are brown and fleece and make me

Sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out

Who could love this mess?

Who could love this dirty dress?

Faded eyes, a hopeless case of

Work it out, work it out, work it out

Better work it out, work it out, work it out

[Chorus]

Just another one of those rolling days where half the town is high

Just another spring then summer gone

This summer where was I?

I wait now for the last call and the time when you'll arrive

Waiting for the prize

[Verse 2]

Homely soft-sheet chicks with childbearing hips

Where has all the glamour gone?

It never was, never was, never was

Is it really what you want?

A bag of bones, no blood

Seems that all the betrothed folks are

Homely girls, lovely girls, homely girls

Lovely girls, homely girls, lovely girls

[Chorus]

Just another one of those rolling days where half the town is high

Just another spring then summer gone

This summer where was I?

I wait for the last call and the time when you'll arrive

Waiting for the prize

Better work it out, work it out, work it out

Better work it out, work it out, work it out

[Outro]

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