Holy Roller with God on your side, your redeemer, your strength and your guide
Through the memories which plague all our minds. 
You walked in hell’s fires - a solitary soul without a prayer
And spat on those liars who told us how the meek would claim the earth.
We praise you on high. Your spirit and your pride will never die.

Holy Roller, good God will provide new dominions for more peace of mind, 
But what we search for we don’t always find. 
More brimstone than fire - a solitary life, a second birth. 
Climb down from your spire. Should gravity not bring you down to earth, 
We’ll praise you on high. Your spirit and your pride will never die.

Holy roller, all brimstone and fire
Holy Roller you’re out of your spire, so roll that boulder.
We’ll praise you on high.
Your spirit and your pride can never, will never, can never, will never die.