Lyrics

Roll on oblivion We live in outer space Roll on southern gentlemen And your Bonaparte ways No need to get philosophic When you're the sharpest teeth Feeling philanthropic Fell out of vogue in the new century Throw it all on the table, in one dollar bills I'm not feeling so stable, roll me on up the hill You come around the corner Marching in line You got your orders, I never got mine Roll on Napoleon, full of the new wine Rolling on down Main Street While I'm in the alley being hard to find Out in the streets In the chill of the night As thick as thieves My lover and I