Like A Rolling Pin by Replacements
Hey, Bob, c'mon in here and put on a guitar
Like a rolling pin
Once upon a time, you dressed so fine
Threw the 'Mats a dime in your prime
Didn't you?
People'd call, you say beware doll
You're bound to fall, but we been fallin' through
You used to laugh a lot
At everybody that was hanging... out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
'Bout having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
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