The Man Who Rolls (Album Version)

I am the man that rolls

You can find me hanging from a tree

My teeth are fit with mandibles

and a dangled fig

I duly comb the sea-foam

till you wash home

for good-

nesssakes alive honey-bee

I am he

I am the man that rolls

Do you want to check the tag? (no,no)

The finger sticking animals

Do you want to drag?

I don't like to see blood.

Are you yellow?

Goodnesssakes alive mother hen

I am the man that rolls

Tied up

warming trouble

There's a confit of mud

my

dew-eyed lady double

with two right eyes you'll never find yourself

I see you struggle

A confit of men found

teed off the brow

Don't fill up on candy

You've really gotta hold me

I am the man that rolls

You can find me hanging from a tree

My teeth are fit with mandibles

and a dangled fig

I duly comb the sea-foam

till you wash home

for good-

nesssakes alive honey-bee

I am the man that rolls

Tied up

warming trouble

There's a confit of mud

my

dew-eyed lady double

over two right eyes you'll never find yourself

I see you struggle

A confit of men proud

Stay up somehow

Don't fill up on candy

You've really got soul

Dew-eyed lady double

with too wide eyes

you always see through shell

to pearl blue bubble

b-b-bursting hives

through the surface seams

to a fell of steeple rubble

there's a coffin grate

in a self-enstated strewn up gated hovel

with a goo-eyed baby

born of maybe

cellofeighning love

oh

did you hear that one

it's the joke of ages

dew-eyed lady double

with too wide eyes

you always see through shell

to pearl blue bubble

b-b-bursting hives

through the surface seams

to a fell of steeple rubble

there's a coffin grate

in a self-enstated strewn up gated hovel

with a goo-eyed baby

born of maybe

cellofeighning love