Roll with the Wind (B-side)

Many are the men who get lost around the bend

Solitary rejects with a need to spawn, well

The hell you are a-raisin', the skirts you are a-chasin'

Gonna send the letter bomb back to you

Roll, roll with the wind

Roll, roll with the wind

A lotta war you're raging, there's always an equation

For what you are made up of, what you're gonna be

Wise, you are a shaman, and rich, a Boston Brahmin

And poor, you're just so common, and that's all there is

Roll, roll with the wind

Roll, roll with the wind

Clarity was lost in the guts of the Xerox machine

Say what you need

Say what you mean

Don't keep me guessing

Playing to packed houses and quiet as church mouses

And building up a circus tent with black pitons

Well, I got high on action, heavy tooth compaction

Building up the root canal

Roll, roll with the wind

Roll, roll with the wind

Charity's no madam has lost it

Save the receipts, save the receipts

Save the receipts

Don't keep me guessing

You gotta roll, roll with the wind, roll with the wind

You gotta roll, roll with the wind, roll with the wind