Texty: Monks of Doom. If It Don't Kill Me.

Roll me along, roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
Roll me along, roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
If it don't make me stronger, then lay me down to sleep

I headed straight for the heart of the gold coast
And landed right in the heart of the city night
One more kid from a sleepy town
I just about got it right

I was wrapped in the arms of sickness
With my fever running through my head
Way too young to be worried yet
But old enough to pay my debts
You know, I'm old enough to pay my debts

Roll me along, roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
Roll me along, roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger

I was pulled out of the cold, cold ground
And they slapped me so that I could breathe
And I know the good Lord gave me eyes
Surely so the blind could see

By the light of a dimming bulb
The pages of the book of lies
Deep in the heartland one cold night
The epidemic started nationwide

We were dropping like flies well before our time
A yellow ribbon inquisition on a cocaine high
And it seems like we finally got it right

Wont you take me back in time to the good old days
When the sun revolved around the Earth?

Pops from a box in the cold, cold ground but he didn't see his shadow
Woe is me, oh, no
Just two thousand more years to go
Just two thousand more years to go
Just two thousand more years to go

Roll me along, roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
Roll me along, roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
If it don't make me stronger, then lay me down to sleep