The Rolling Stones (Live at Carnegie Hall) Lyrics by Cameron Winter
I will keep breaking cups until my left hand looks wrong
‘Til my miracle drugs write the miracle song
I will keep rolling down until my best shirt rolls off
‘Til the conga line behind me is a thousand chickens long
Like Brian Jones, I was born to swim
Towards a month ago
Towards The Rolling Stones
Towards me and you
Swimming alone
And I will keep burning trash until the master comes around
And I’ll pound my masterpiece down flat between my hands
If it meant I could only roll again
You gotta let me roll down
Like Hinckley’s son
I was born to dance with a candy gun
Towards the presidents ass
Towards me and you
Me and you, yeah
Me and you, yeah
Me and you, yeah
I’m swimming alone
Send me the basslines of the future
My good sense doesn’t win me any wars
And crazy only left my brown hair all over the goddamn floor
Lean over all of me, baby
Look over a little more
And look over there, yeah
Where I’m standing
Where the police can see me and the pianos
Are landing on me and you
Me and you
Me and you, oh
And Brian Jones
Brian Jones, yeah, yeah, yeah
Me and you
