Woorden: Frank Black. Pistolero. So. Bay.

On the sidewalk
The shitty sidewalk
I guess I'm glad I'm rolling off of my feet

On the sidewalk
The shitty sidewalk
Some noisy guy is saying something to me

I roll a straight line
On the bus line
Naked behind a painted line

Over train tracks
Over beer cans
Over blacktop soft beneath the sun

By the buildings
Now the liquor store
I'm going inside gonna get me a coke

It's end of work time
Down at the liquor store
Guys cashing their checks trying to buy coke

On the sidewalk
The shitty sidewalk
I guess I'm glad I'm rolling off of my feet

It's almost night
And just might
Head to the strand down by the sea

Down at the edge
Edge of the world
That's where I really want to be

And if I'm broke
Then I will cope
Just rolling around is fine with me (x3)