Lyrics Roll with the Punches - The Harpoonist & the Axe Murderer

Roll with the Punches

I got a bottle of pills
I got nicotine
I got television, bad drinks
I got alimony
I got two stiff drinks
I got enough to cover the criminal record
I got all it takes
I try to roll with the punches,
but the punches keep rolling me
I got a old guitar, but I got no strings
I got a microphone, but no song to sing
I got vocabulary, but nothing to say
I got an open road, I know where to go,
but nowhere to stay
I try to roll with the punches,
but the punches keep rolling me
I got a checkered past
I got checkered teeth
I got a bleeding hip from sleeping in the street
I try to roll with the punches,
but the punches keep rolling me
Yeah, the punches keep rollin' with me
Yeah, the punches keep rollin'