[Verse 1] Everywhere I go, I’ve got holes in my hands I’d rather be sick and I’d rather be dead I don’t know where I went before Everybody’s calling me such a bore
[Chorus] Let it roll
[Verse 2] Everywhere I go, I’ve got holes in my hands I’d rather be sick and I’d rather be dead I don’t know where I went before Everybody’s calling me such a bore