I shot Roland's Dog right between the eyes I can get used to him I can see right through him Almost had his tongue Almost spoke his words When his eyes turn to you Everybody run Started on a Saturday My old habits of yesterday went away Blue light is in the room And, makes Roland crawl to you Almost had his tongue Almost spoke his words When his eyes turn to you Everybody run In winter you come to mind The tracks that lead right from your soul Got to get away, I got to get away or I'll go blind when I'm away