[Verse 1]
Everywhere I go, I’ve got holes in my hands
I’d rather be sick and I’d rather be dead
I don’t know where I went before
Everybody’s calling me such a bore

[Chorus]
Let it roll

[Verse 2]
Everywhere I go, I’ve got holes in my hands
I’d rather be sick and I’d rather be dead
I don’t know where I went before
Everybody’s calling me such a bore

[Chorus]
Let it roll