Chorus Just a roll, just a roll, Just a roll on your drum. Just a roll, just a roll, And the war has begun. Now the right thing's the wrong thing, No
They call me the sloth Way down in the ghetto Italian spaghetti Singing falsetto Sleeping all day Rip Van Winklin' Spend my nights in bars Glasses tinklin
The medication makes my heart beat fast The stubborn nothing shit has come at last So would it seem I've gotten all I've asked For from my heart its so
Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Now the right thing's the wrong thing No more excuses
Family Will she now ? ... will our anna pull herself together ? (lazy bones are for the devil's stockpot??) For she was always quite a one for an armchair
Can you feel the evil? Can you hear the wail? The sound of destiny Sharpening its nails The scent of corruption From a race called man The beast now
It's more than a scar. It's a lifetime you left. A lifetime of lifelines shouting from rooftops with no one to hear but us. I'm not going to lie, I never
Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Now the right things, the wrong things No more excuses
It's more than a scar. It's a lifetime you left. A lifetime of lifelines shouting from rooftops with no one to hear but us. I'm not going to lie,
Can you feel the evil can you hear the wail the sound of destiny sharpening its nails the scent of corruption from a race called man the beast now declares
Sometimes when I'm alone I imagine that the world is a mirror And in minds eye behold my dark inner nature I've been waiting time on this time honoured
SLOTH... Good for nothing SLOTH... Neglectful kind SLOTH... Lazy bastard SLOTH... Sluggish mind Ignorance is yours Hold on to it tight Fixed to the floor
Vertaling: Almir Sater. Luiaard.
Vertaling: Sandy, Denny. Luiaard.
Vertaling: Fairport Convention. Luiaard.
Vertaling: Marianne Faithfull. Luiaard.
Vertaling: Rose, Katy. Luiaard.
