Like a Rolling Pin - The Replacements, Tommy Stinson, Paul Westerberg

Once upon a time, you dressed so fine

Threw the 'Mats a dime in your prime

Didn’t you?

People’d call, you say beware doll

You’re bound to fall, but we been fallin' through

You used to laugh a lot

At everybody that was hanging… out

Now you don’t talk so loud

Now you don’t seem so proud

'Bout having to be scrounging for your next meal

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

To be on your own, with no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling pin!

People’d call and say beware doll

But y’know you only get juiced in it

Nobody taught you how to live on sixty dollars for three days

But you’re gonna get used to it

You used to laugh a lot

I used to laugh a lot

He’s not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And you say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

To be on our own, with no direction home

Like a rolling stone