Lyrics:

Believe me, I'm a liar
Lying all the time
I admit it, I've been lying all along
No fucks allowed

Once upon a time I dressed so fine
Threw bums dimes in my prime, yes I did
People would call say “beware Paul, you're bound to fall”
But I thought they were all trying to kid
I used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out but
Now I don't talk so loud
Now I don't walk so proud
Having to be scrounging around for my next meal

I know how it feels
I know how it feels
Being on my own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, I'm like a rolling stone

I've been to a fine ass school, you know they used to call me Mr. Lonely
But you know I only used to get juiced in it
Yeah nobody ever taught me how to live out on the street
But now I guess I'm gonna have to get used to it
I said I never compromise
When Napoleon arrives that was before I had realized
He wasn't selling any alibis
Now I'm staring in the vacuum of his eyes
And I'm asking if he wants to make a deal

So I know how it feels
That's how I know how it feels
Being on my own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, I'm like a rolling stone

Yeah I know how it feels
Yes I know how it feels
To be on my own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, I’m like a rolling stone

Just watch me down here
Prince upon a steeple and that was me and my pretty people
Laughing, drinking, thinking hey - we got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious things
But I’m taking off this diamond ring so I can pawn it today
I used to ride on the chrome horse with my diplomat
We carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
It was so hard discovering that
We really wasn’t where it was at
But that was after we’d taken from me everything we could steal

We know how it feels
We all know it feels
To be on our own
With no direction home
Completely unknown
Just like Rolling Stones
I’m feeling like Mick Jagger (Do you feel like Mick?)
I feel more like Keith Richards (Do you feel like Keith?)
I’m feeling like Bill Wyman (Do you feel like Bill?)
I’m feeling like Charlie Watts (yeah yeah yeah)
Don’t forget Billy Preston (Don’t forget about Bill)
And don’t forget Lisa Fischer (Don’t forget about Lisa)
Don’t you forget Bernard Fowler (Don’t forget Bernard)
And don’t forget Darryl Jones
If you forget Brian Jones don’t forget Darryl Jones
A real Rolling Stone
We’re just Rolling Stones

Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
Rolling stone
Rolling stone
Rolling stone
Rolling stone
Stone
Stone
Stone
Stone
Stone