Story Behind The Song

A spiralling descent into drug abuse, trouble with the police and death

Song Description

Anti-drug message

Lyrics

(Right, what's your name? OK, get in the back of the van,

son)

Rolling
He's rolling by
Rolling
He's high as a kite
Can you trust him?
Can you trust this man?
You know the face
But do you know the smile

He was my brother
With hunger in his face
Ten lines a day
Man! What a waste

I have no name
So I have no town
And there's a beast in me
And it's on the prowl. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

I said I can't talk now
'Cause I'm rolling by
Don't tell Mum
She'll only cry
Tell the old man
Yeah, I'm getting by

He turns his back
And then I start to cry
He is your brother
And he's gonna die

You can't do this to yourself
(Yeah, go on, just have one. They're only a quid. Yeah,

it's alright, try that, yeah)
Everything has a price
(I'm sorry it's gone up, 150 quid...)
You'll end up dead
(...running costs and all that. Know what I mean?)

He's rolling
In his face
He's dying
It's just a waste

But he's rolling
Whatever he can find
Just rolling
Just wants to be high

I see the hunger
In his face
Ten lines a day
Man! What a waste

(Give me the money)

(Ten years!... You're joking!...Plus five...Oh,

what?!..No remission...Take him down)

He's rolling
Whatever he can find
Just rolling
Just wants to be high

He's rolling, rolling
Whatever he can find
Just rolling, rolling
Just wants to be high

He's rolling, rolling
Whatever he can find
Just rolling, rolling
Just wants to be high