Roll Yer Own

Roll yer own. Don’t mean you got no money.
Only that you got no opportunity to shake it with that friend of mine.
Roll yer own if you can’t buy readymade;
you won’t be satisfied when you feel the sudden need
to unwind.
You know what moves you in the wee hours
when there’s nothing on the answerphone.
And if you don’t get enough of that electric love
don’t try to get by —
roll yer own, roll it when there’s no-one listening:
when those re-runs play on the late-night
black and white TV.
Roll yer own, roll it when there’s something missing
and those wild cats howl, running in the moonshine.
Roll yer own: you got to hit that spot.
Roll yer own when your hands are hot.