when you're driving round in a brand new car
and suddenly the traffic lights are red
and your girlfriend says she's late
and the things she says go straight into your head
but you don't just want to lose control
and your hands are on the wheel but they just sweat
so your baby tries to calm you down
and she tries to point out you should be glad

don't you try to hide
maybe you'll just have to bide
ain't it time you fight
tell me, who's wrong or right?
ain't no time to whine
tell me, what you got in mind?
take a good look deep inside
with your eyes open wide

roll 'em over! struttin' down your street
roll 'em over! from your head down to your feet
roll 'em over! sometimes you're a mess
roll 'em over! sometimes you're the best

there are times when you could kill yourself
you could hit yourself with a hammer on your head
all your friends are gone but life goes on
even though you know you ripped it all to shreds
with your amp on ten, strat in your hand
and everything you play still sounds so sad
with your voice so softly whining
your guitar so gently slidin', you forget

don't you try to hide
maybe you'll just have to bide
ain't it time you fight
tell me, who's wrong or right?
ain't no time to whine
tell me, what you got in mind?
take a good look deep inside
with your eyes open wide

roll 'em over! struttin' down your street
roll 'em over! from your head down to your feet
roll 'em over! sometimes you're a mess
roll 'em over! sometimes you're the best

there are times when you could kill yourself
you could hit yourself with a hammer on your head
all your friends are gone but life goes on
even though you know you ripped it all to shreds
with your amp on ten, strat in your hand
and everything you play still sounds so sad
with your voice so softly whining
your guitar so gently slidin', you forget



(c) Guy Swinnen - Robert Bergen - Willy Lambregts - Frank Saenen