sad You a grown ass man, holding a nigga hand Now get out on your own, stop depending on your homes To chuck you a bone, and stop throwing stones And
Well, I'm sitting on a stone, sitting all alone Daisies are rolling down the mountain Well see the lonesome tramp, who's living in the damp Nobody's in
my liver is my senior part But that's a part you can trade in When your band has been a band longer than the Ramones And critics coin you "the punk Rolling Stones
might not live I guess that you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone But me I'm just a victim of the plague of the broken home Another sad face with
't keep from crying Learned to get up when I fall Can even climb rolling stone walls But this guitar can't keep from crying This here guitar can feel quite sad
I'm back with the band and my girl is long gone She broke my heart bad so I wrote down this song I'm about as sad as they come Yeah, I'm stupid, stoned
I should be out in that driveway stopping you Tears should be rolling down my cheek And I don't know why I'm not falling apart like I usually do And how
Michelle say? Do you love her as much as you love me? I sit alone I watch the phone get dial toned Then you I've known The marrow bone A rolling stone
Walk on brother Don't let no one stop ya Highway chile Ya ya ya Highway chile Rollin' stone Rollin' down the highway Rollin' stone Highway chile Ya ya Highway chile Rollin' stone
, forgot everything, I know, Before I leave, give me one more for the road. All the sad songs and the bad songs the jukebox played tonight, A little rock and roll
wanna go to your Mason lodge There's nothing more sad than a lynching mob Full of rational men who believe in God But nothing makes sense when the wave rolls
it wasn't open it wasn't closed it was outside it was inside when i came to, yeah i was alone and so i rolled stone back home as i wonder if it's real
fur tree and a mammoth stone that said a??Hessea?? in huge Helvetica bold letters. It looked more like a marquee than a tombstone. And around the corner was this tiny stone
glory and then you got none One day you're a diamond and then you're a stone Everything can change in the blink of an eye So let the good times roll before
stole. I thought you wanted my money, But you plundered my soul. (Plundered my soul) I hate quittin', But I'm close to admittin' I'm a sorry case. But on quiet reflection, My sad
la la la la la Fa la la la la Fa la la la la la Fa la la la la We have a remedy You'll appreciate No need to be so sad He's only late We'll bring you
to please And I need you you you I need you you you I need you you you I need you you you Oh, sometimes I feel like I feel a little sad inside
sidewalk Listening to the sad songs on the radio I wanna go home Give me back my car keys and my stereo Give me back my tee shirt from the rolling stones