Roll With the Wind (B‐Side) Songtext
von Pavement

Many are the men who get lost around the bend
Solitary rejects with a need to spawn, well
The hell you are a-raisin′, the skirts you are a-chasin'
Gonna send the letter bomb back to you

Roll, roll with the wind
Roll, roll with the wind

A lotta war you′re raging, there's always an equation
For what you are made up of, what you're gonna be
Wise, you are a shaman, and rich, a Boston Brahmin
And poor, you′re just so common, and that′s all there is

Roll, roll with the wind
Roll, roll with the wind


Clarity was lost in the guts of the Xerox machine
Say what you need
Say what you mean
Don't keep me guessing

Playing to packed houses and quiet as church mouses
And building up a circus tent with black pitons
Well, I got high on action, heavy tooth compaction
Building up the root canal

Roll, roll with the wind
Roll, roll with the wind

Charity′s no madam has lost it
Save the receipts, save the receipts
Save the receipts
Don't keep me guessing

You gotta roll, roll with the wind, roll with the wind
You gotta roll, roll with the wind, roll with the wind