THE HOLY ROLLER RAG words & music Lenny Solomon

Key E capo 2 dropped © L. Solomon 2011

The factory bell at the break of dawn

Ring for those whose lives are worn

And wearied by the death of their desire

With broken thoughts and tired eyes

They think ahead to the demise

Wonderin’ when the planet will catch fire

Now each and every day

Hoping for the end, without delay

When they’ll all get swept away, and get snagged

By the Holy Roller rag

A man dressed up like a priest

Said that they would be released

If only they’d believe with all their might

Said yesterday he had a dream

That life was one big slot machine

So play with me, he said, you’ll see the light

Now, each and every day

He shouts, dare not go astray

Take his hand and he will lead the way, and get snagged

By the Holy Roller rag

The Holy Roller rag, praying they’re the ones that won’t be damned

The Holy Roller rag, put your future in the money bag

He served up a witch’s brew

Of stories that he said were true

To everyone, he would prophesize

Too late, they found his livelihood

Was based on a false brotherhood

He took them all before they realized

Now each and every day

With nothing left and nothing left to say

Their hopes and dreams, simply stole away, they got snagged

By the Holy Roller rag

The Holy Roller rag, praying they’re the ones that won’t be damned

The Holy Roller rag, put your future in the money bag