Hey!
Roll up, roll up your sleeves.
This feels prophetical.
Washed down your children wept, roll your sleeves Evangeline.
A game of cat and mouse, this feels electrical.
Put down your fellow thoughts and roll your sleeves Evangeline.
Twenty three and not a hope in hell,
If you change his course well that would change his health.
With a b-line, veins tied, under bathroom light.
With a physical change in colour, well invest in friends for life.
Hey!
Roll up, roll up your sleeves.
This feels prophetical.
Washed down your children wept, roll your sleeves Evangeline.
A game of cat and mouse, this feels electrical.
Put down your fellow thoughts and roll your sleeves Evangeline.
Well I sit on the brink with a fire.
With a cold and a brace and a desire.
Well he's kind of afraid
I'm about to retain the life that I take when I'm most alone.
Let's see from this scripture,
It's nothing like the place in the picture,
It's more akin to the feet that I dug in the ground when I first stepped foot here.
Do you see the face in the fog?
Looks like he's the prince to the frog.
Some beast of the southern wilds that's coming to feed here.
My heart, made of stone.
Burn all remains and we'll scatter the ashes below.
Roll up, roll up your sleeves.
This feels prophetical.
Washed down your children wept, roll your sleeves Evangeline.
A game of cat and mouse, this feels electrical.
Put down your fellow thoughts and roll your sleeves Evangeline.
My heart, made of stone,
Burn all remains and we'll scatter the ashes below.
My house made of bricks,
An Englishman's castle is built on a sinking ship.