Rolling Stone
Rolling Stone
I am a rolling stone
Kicked down steep slopes
My journey never ends
I am always on the move
I am at times stuck
Inside dark holes
Rains wash me out
I am again on the move
I am hunted down
Like a prey on the run
Chased by a pack of jackals
Howling for my blood
I am forthright in my approach
Refuse to do what I'm told
I have a mind of my own
Nobody has over me any hold
I am a loose cannon
That's what they say
Anyday may explode
Right in their faces
I am therefore avoided
Like the plague
I am the most hated
I spell destruction