I can hear the hundred million reasons to build the barricades,
I blame it on the changing of the seasons the thoughts that I convey,
Does it make it alright it doesn’t make it all right,
To roll it over my soul and leave me here, roll it over my soul and leave me here
I look around and all the plastic people who live without a care
They try to sit with me around my table but never bring a chair
Does it make it alright, it doesn’t make it alright
To roll it over my soul and leave me here, roll it over my soul and leave me here
Masterpiece from Noel never played live
