Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on We'll roll on with our heads held high Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up
Roll on We'll roll on with our heads held high Our conscience in the gutter Our dreams up in the sky The ship yards are deserted on the docks on Melbourne
Fordítás: A Living End. Roll On.
Fordítás: Nemzeti Lampoon a Van Wilder Soundtrack. Roll On [a Living End].
Is there something going on around me Is there something I should know? The ghost of paranoia slips into my mind And the dust it settles in It's getting
Before your dreams end up in smoke Calling you out All of your plans will be washed away Washed away Life is a sin (Life is a sin) Living to win (Living
public enemy And made a part of his - Hey Made a part of his - Hey Made a part of history Like I was born on Saturday Got buried on Sunday Thought I'
s gonna get you in the end Then he'll be your only friend There's nothing that'll save your soul All you need is alcohol Step right up and be a man On
Isolate for protection Put a gate on detention Gotta make separation Easy to slide and be hypnotised Don't shut the gate Investigate for correction
s dreaming - whoa 'Cos there is no meaning - whoa It's not right it's a fucking outcry [Chorus] Taxi, get me out of here The voices tell me to be on
in the mirror, pictures she never knew Pictures in the mirror, always reflecting you Not such an ordinary life Pictures in the mirror [x2] The sun goes down The moon appears on
flag is burning as we speak So when the lights go out You'll hear them scream and shout Riot on Broadway Lights out on the town Riot on Broadway Anger
begins to regret her Anger is all that she lived for Walked over his life and then out through the front door We won't surrender Until the end Truthful
up to you Some may relish in the afterlife Dancing slowly on the edge of a knife Sipping wine of the poisonous kind Overdose on loneliness Have no fear now we're on
Whoa Uncle Harry pissing in the bath Whoa, pissing in the bath Uncle Harry pissing in the bath Whoa, pissing in the bath again He lives in a small flat
No rest for the wicked No mercy for the rotten Go create some madness More coverage than the homeless Your image here to stay Your photo on the cover
miles away Revolution regained (Eyes) Eyes that lie and skin that scars No introductions Nothing left to say See the destruction How could it end this
