I shot Roland's Dog right between the eyes I can get used to him
I can see right through him
Almost had his tongue
Almost spoke his words
When his eyes turn to you
Everybody run
Started on a Saturday
My old habits of yesterday went away
Blue light is in the room
And, makes Roland crawl to you
Almost had his tongue
Almost spoke his words
When his eyes turn to you
Everybody run
In winter you come to mind
The tracks that lead right from your soul
Got to get away, I got to get away or I'll go blind when I'm away