Rollover

We've been dealing with that entire life
Since we were young enough
Rolling over this neighborhood
Oh, blimey, what a mess

But don't you think it's kinda small?
Dad used to say: Son, act like a man
Look, everybody hates us
Honestly, that makes me feel alive

Painting, breaking
All the days and the bad's and the nights and arrested by
Sunshine, but y'all know 'bout the truth
That it doesn't really matter

We were born naked, and
Ooh
We'll have our last time, just like that
How's that supposed to satisfy?

Same old windy roads with all kinds of dirt
How come shoes don't have time to rest?
Collapsing sky
I don't know why, but asking always worth a try

Hey, nothing's that big enough
Mom used to say: Son, think about the huge
Even though everybody hates us
Ain't it feels like we're alive?

Painting, breaking
All the days and the bads
And the nights and arrested by
Sunshine, but y'all know 'bout the truth
That it doesn't really matter

We were born with all sins, and ooh
Don't you dare try to cover that
How's that supposed to satisfy?
We'll have our last time just like that
How's that supposed to satisfy?