Roll away your stone, I'll roll away mine Together we can see what we will find Don't leave me alone at this time For I'm afraid of what I will discover
if anybody asks me say I wanna belong If anybody asks me say sure it won't take long now If anybody asks me say I'm gonna get it done If anybody asks
news and it sure looks bad They won't give peace a chance That was just a dream some of us had Still a lot are left to see But I wouldn't want to stay
lil' the kid can't make Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this world-wide tower Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 don't matter Ain't no wustle
you couldn't stop yapping and took it past rapping It ain't about the music no more, it's 'bout trying to show off And it feels like any minute the bomb
land and so long upon the flood Oh they've married your jeanie and now she is dead All you that are her maidens won't you take me by the hand Won't you
(S.Smyth, G.Thorpe & B.Oconner) Roll the stone that held down your soul for so long The head games they played on your mind like a song Take a chance,
be a rock 'n' roll star They said "It won't last", but they misunderstood If people think it's bad then I'll be bad for good It feels so good that it
for the girls in the grandstand Don't you wanna roll them bones Are you a tumbleweed or a rolling stone Tag along with my little vagabond As long as
I'll take a bow Want to take my life? Better take it now I'm still alive let me break it down Turn this shit to the O.K. Corral Get to blastin', whippin
the true story about Mackin Check it, times are changin' Talk about it, more so each year But the early mornin', stoned pimp is here, yeah So let it
is the true story about mackin Check it Times are changin' Talk about it More so each year, But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here. So let it
to make it back Come on come on My old lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her She probably fucking another nigga I wouldn't put it past
roll, But we can't avoid that arena, It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write
did it, I done it, I get it, I punish The shit that I come with'll separate a rib from a stomach I'm the boss, when I spit it, you love it Matter fact
news and it sure looks bad They won't give peace a chance That was just a dream some of us had Still a lot of lands to see But I wouldn't want to stay
moves When she turns my radio on I know it won't be long Then she straddles the drivers seat And she and she and she, she'll roll right outta me She says roll
t bear it. Phyllis: Especially, especially, especially if you . . . Don: Some people are really weird. Phyllis: Pull it on my back, just a little bit, it won't, it won