Penny Roll
Ever felt like acid, tripped on a window pane?
Hard to believe in all the numbness comin' down
Hard to get out of the way
Hard to believe in all the troubles come around
Hard to get in on some shade
Do what cha told
Sell yer soul
For the penny roll
Hard to believe in all the cinematic spin
Hard to get out of the doom
Hard to believe in all the plastic, static jizz
Hard to get in on the groove
Do what cha told
Sell yer soul
For the penny roll
Hard to believe in all the ig'nance to the bone
Hard to get out of the dread
Hard to believe in all the systematic drone
I just wanna get in on some zen
Do what cha told
Go on, sell yer soul
For the penny roll
Brother, can you spare a dime?
Writer/s: Alex Betschen Machine
