. . . you just ate a roadroller.
Yes... and?
It was my roadroller.
Again... yes... and?
I liked that roadroller.
... Get to your point
YOU ATE MY ROADROLLER.
In a trail of fire I know we will be free again,
In the end we will be one.
In a trail of fire I'll burn before you bury me,
Set your sights for the sun.
. . . you just ate a roadroller.
Yes... and?
It was my roadroller.
Again... yes... and?
I liked that roadroller.
... Get to your point
YOU ATE MY ROADROLLER.