Rollaroll John Cale

[Verse 1]
You're sticking to me like a dirty joke
A creeping back stabber, or a hula hoop
You hit like a butcher with meat on fire
You love it or hate it but you bury time

[Chorus]
Rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, rollaroll
Rollaroller, ah rollaroller
Rollaroller, rollaroll

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 2]
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

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
Ah treadin' on fire, are you waving goodbye?
And there's garbage on garbage, right up to the sky
Ah, rollaroller